Hey fellow thirty somethings! Think of me as someone who’s figured it’s about time to put the “seeking” back in “soul-seeking.” In a world dominated by swipe-rights and curated selfies, I decided to channel my inner 19th-century writer and go full essay mode. Why? Because nothing says, “I’m serious about finding someone” like an overanalyzed paragraph that hints at both my love for puns and mild identity crisis.

The Premise:

So here I am, casting my metaphorical fishing line into the vast ocean of thirty something, in search of someone who can appreciate dry humor, solid puns, and the subtle genius of making bad jokes sound like profound life lessons. Perhaps you’re the kind of person who also wonders if skyscrapers were invented just to humble birds, or if escalators to gyms are society’s way of saying, “Maybe don’t skip leg day?”

About Me:

Who am I, you ask? Think of me as a delightful mix of existential dread and misplaced optimism. I’m the kind of guy who’ll make a cup of tea strong enough to fuel a revolution but then spend ten minutes wondering if he turned the gas off. My hobbies include questioning why “vegetarian egg” is a thing on menus, and having deep conversations with myself about how cats would totally ghost people if they could text.

When I’m not contemplating the universe’s oddities, you might find me strolling down Carter Road, suspiciously side-eyeing the sea like it owes me an apology for all the humidity. I’m vegetarian, frustrated bookworm, and someone who believes that the key to surviving this rollercoaster called life is a steady diet of ginger tea and street-side chaat. I also tend to overthink things, like whether it’s too cliché to call myself an overthinker (ironic, I know).

About You:

What am I looking for? Someone who can keep up with my hypothetical debates, like whether it’s possible to successfully order pizza without it turning into a full-blown life choice. Maybe you’re also someone who finds joy in questioning why dogs out on street are eyeing to have a bite of.you, or who feels the undeniable urge to correct misplaced commas in movie subtitles (or in any conversation thread!!)

If you can appreciate the humor in life’s little inconsistencies, like how “study” and “procrastinate” are practically synonyms at this point, we might be a match. Bonus points if you enjoy a good debate on whether wrapping food in aluminum foil actually keeps it warm (an eternal mystery, right up there with socks vanishing in the laundry).

In conclusion, if you’re ready to embrace the oddities, enjoy a bit of witty sparring, and aren’t scared off by a man who writes full essays to meet people (you brave soul), then drop me a message. Tell me your favorite bad joke or ask me why I think pigeons/crows outside the window are the original nihilists.

Until then, I remain your humble narrator, juggling life’s absurdities with a strong cup of tea in one hand and a questionable life choice in the other. You better be a rhetoric, not that questionable choice I'd end up making ... ... ...