Do you know what this world can never have enough of? That frisson of desire when a young woman feels seen by an older man. This is not the narcissistic gaze of the 27 year old teenager who wants you to mother him; this is not the thirsty neediness of of the over-sexed and underpowered man-child who looks at you and imagines only an orgasm-in-waiting, No, it is the penetrating glance of a man of the world who sees into the core of your being and detects the potential in it.

Why am I that man? Because I've been around. I'm accomplished in business and in academia: I'm a professor, I run a business, I'm publicly visible. I've taken my share of the laurels, plus a few more that weren't even mine to take. But though it's all easy now, it wasn't always like that: I've had to fight hand-to-hand and with knife between my teeth to get where I am. I know what it is to struggle. And I've done it so you don't have to. I will cultivate you like a garden and aim you like a weapon. Whatever you want, my help will make it easier for you to get it.

What will you give me in return? You will be beautiful, you will be intelligent, and you will be creative; these are not negotiable. You will have a discernment and attention to detail that I can inhale like a garden at night. You will inhabit your body with an enthusiasm that exalts mine by association. (And my body is in the same superlative shape as my mind.) You will care nothing for convention and limits and constraints. You will be transgressive with the substances you take and the interests that compel you. You will create experiences in the same way that I build systems. Together we will construct such beautiful monsters that we will remember them with joy ten years after we have parted.

I know that I'm asking a lot––but only because I'm offering a lot, too. Talk to me; let's see where we can take it. Because somewhere is better than nowhere, and we can go anywhere ...