To the immediate attention I suppose I might have strung along a series of contradictions. but I don't believe so – I would desire the companionship of a woman who is unique, but I am unsure in what form that uniqueness may present itself and open to what I may be presented with.

There is contemplation about how I may address this to who it might be best suited for – but I am unsure. Does she desire a poetic flirt? Or a stoic confidant - cool and firm as ice or as warm, passionate and fluid like brilliant flame? Or a boyish friend or a sardonic ass and the sole companion she trusts not to grovel to her illusions? And perhaps in her wildest imaginations – these contradictions would have had to been witnessed in different vessels. But, here I am.

As harsh, gentle, eloquent or succinct that would suit the moment's needs.

Let me be strange at the masquerade - however, with deep eyes passionate and familiar behind the Venetian mask - yours.

I have quite an appetite for things. However, they may not be what you expect. Or despite my great ambitions, passions, and flowery loquaciousness – there is gentle contentment. A simple desire for a companion to ramble about the idle facts of day… Perhaps more. Perhaps less. Whatever may come, I shall await you.

Ps. For the rather jaded - I have a life story is much as you have one as well. Some tragedy, some discomfort, but, none I believe defines me permanently, or perceptibly presently. I don't mind trauma, or other items – and as poetically as I can say: they are the cracks in our hearts which starlight and strange passions slip within. But I have myself rather put together, and I expect the same for those who I invite into my life. I don't expect you to be perfect, but I have no respect for messes or uninsightful people and especially those who choose to be defined by their limitations.

For a lack of desire to improve is a recipe for waiting for death.