I am here to a build a lasting connection with someone who has more ambition than securing the next immediate dopamine drip, loves themselves too much to want to play a character and has some level of maturity, or, say, an aspiration towards that quality, a low tolerance for bs, and a taste for Good things. Uh, that should go without saying, but it doesn't. We both have strong sexual energy and like to play with some degree of sophistication, creativity, tension and voluntary heartbeats. Sheets of beetroot, if you please.

I am rude and I am in a bad mood. It is a passing phase. I have been too long without your embrace. Your neck nestling my face. Shampoo, perfume, sweat, your taste. Cup your cheeks, if I may, and fondle your cup, was it JJ? When you are too sore the next day but you want it anyway? Women are crazy, aren't they. After all this time away I'm sure you see that the most miserable woman is the one who is not right here with me. And would you believe, it's trendy!

I hear a lot lately about men having healthy limits and boundaries. My health must be close to death. I have boundless creativity, I have less fear than stupidity and I like to expand my horizons( horizontally? ). If you are sweet on my eye and you are sweet on me I don't see why I should be bothered by your culture, social standing or history. Interesting? I'd rather you have nice hair. I'm already not bored without an attractive woman here. Is that superficial or is it fair? With a good heart you don't need to be smart because I already have to put a lid on intellectual stimuli. I don't need you to do anything for me because I take care of myself pretty decently. I have a thing for women, not for maids or mommies. I don't need you to feed my ego, because that is already at a peak. You can be rude and nasty, just shut up while we sleep and while I work please, jeez. No need for discussion. You are correct about everything. Not because I'm a pushover, but because there is no frame of reference for me than how weI feel. Feelings don't care about facts and figures, baby. I have no qualms about breaing the rules and none about looking silly. Well, if you are still reading you are the one who is silly. I said that because I am rude and in a bad mood. Well, it's your fault for reading this far. You should have already dropped into my DMs in haste. Because you know I'm more man than you'll ever be. That sounded cool, didn't it? If you already dropped out to write me, write RABBIT in the subject field. If you didn't, well I guess you're not all that into me. There must be something wrong with the machinery. It can't possibly be me. Your weird eyes see things weirdly, maybe. Sorry again. I can't help it. You can't help reading.

KINKS: Kissings, handing holds.

ABOUT ME: Such a beautiful and amazing guy and blessed and brilliant and magnificent and kind and funny and talented, compared to you. I'm very average for someone like me. It's an ancestral curse, I think. If you read this, please pass the curse on to 10 other people.

RED FLAGS: if I take too long to find the remote (or if I have to get up) I flip. If someone eats funny (make sound or movement from the teeth) it bothers me. When I explained something like three times but I still don't understand anything? When it's cold out I tend to get cold quickly. I like dogs but maybe you like cats I guess that ruins everything so what's the point in even writing