I'm going to say right now that I'm not everyone's cup of pumpkin juice. I've been told I'm an acquired taste. Whether that's true is up to you to decide, I suppose. Speaking of you, I've been looking for you for a long time. I've been down a few dead ends, but I remain hopeful. I know I will find you, the question is just when. But I will never stop waiting, looking, hoping. I will either find you or die trying.

I'm here looking for the real deal, but I also have my own definitions of what that means. I seek true partnership. The first half of my life was pretty wild and now I'm looking for more of a quiet life. I have dreams of being settled somewhere comfortable living a simple and relatively predictable domestic life, preferably with an introverted homebody like myself. In my dreams we're always surrounded by cats, but dogs work too. I have a cat. He's as lonely for you as I am. We're both just sort of wandering through life, suffering because you're not with us.

About me: Half-Sicilian, divorced, no kids, INFP, a C-PTSD survivor, loner/introvert, cat dad, writer/musician, bookworm, inked, somewhat pierced, and an utter hopeless romantic. I love history and documentaries and comedy and Netflix and literature and old movies from the 40s and Harry Potter and Star Wars and LOTR and traveling and being a homebody/hermit. I work two jobs, one as a substitute teacher, the other as a remote book designer/typographer. I spend most of my life in pajamas. I cook the best spaghetti and meatballs you will EVER eat in your life. Period.

I wish I could meet a woman who would just love me for what I am. I come with a lot of issues but I also come with a lot of love. So much love. So much to give. And I’m just aching to give it to someone.

If you're a HP fan, lead with your house, please. I'm very interested. Slytherin here, and proud.