I am trying to hang in there but man, four more fucking years. It's truly painful watching all the worst people in America do a victory lap. One way I thought we could commiserate, because I'm incredibly shameless, is to find a nice pair of thighs to get between. This is how I seek refuge in uncertain times. Sort of like, the "Shelter From the Storm" of muff diving. Or something.

Me:

Just a hungry guy in the hinterlands of northern Fairfield County. Willing to travel but ideally local to Danbury-area or southern Litchfield County. I'm not expecting you to live down the street, which would be really fucking convenient, but alas, we can't get that greedy.

Scruffy, chubby/dad-bodish (I may upgrade this at some point if I ever see the inside of a gym, but I'll be honest, I love pasta a little too much and that's a ways off), nice glasses, extensive flannel collection, obnoxious taste in music and movies. Leftist politics. I work in horticulture, but I can't keep your indoor plants alive (mostly deal with outdoor stuff! you know, trees). That sort of thing. I'd rather not share pictures here, but if this sounds reasonably promising to you, send me a message and I'll happily send some. This is awkward enough, let's face it, so you're not going to make it any more awkward if you're not feeling it. It's cool!

You: I'm not sure! I'd rather not put much in the way of body type, age, etc. Younger, older, thin, curvy, lil bit softer...I just want someone who wants herself and me to get very comfortable. Tell me what you like my grabbing my hair and pressing your thighs against my face. Local, I suppose, unless there's a good podcast you can recommend for a longer drive.

Message or send me a chat with your favorite pasta shape so we have something petty to argue about (I'm holding my ground on my favorite).