When you're a complex and unusual person with complex and unusual tastes in partners it becomes rather difficult to find the right person. The more moving parts are involved, the less likely it is you'll find your match. So, for someone like me who is romantic, nerdy, kinky, and deeply passionate and perhaps a bit weird, it becomes difficult for me to find someone who shares those same traits. While I could go outside and find someone looking for a relationship, a few minutes into the conversation I'm either going to freak her out with my weird quirks, or I'm going to find out that she wouldn't know how to interact with someone who wanted to share nerdy things with her. Video games, books, tv, movies, podcasts, all manner of horror and fantasy, those things can be a big turn off for a lot of people, and I'd want someone who genuinely enjoys sharing them with me and brings her own weird to the table. I'd want someone who wants roses and dancing in the rain and being read to, someone who wants me writing her poetry and cooking with her and telling her that she's the most wonderful woman in the world, and meaning it. I just also want her to be kinky and have the kind of sex drive it takes to show up to dates already full of cum and eager to tell me all about it as soon as we're surrounded by people and I can't do anything about it. Yet. I want her to be kinky and slutty and love that her being slutty makes me happy, and for her to love that I not only accept that side of her without jealousy or insecurity, but that I love and nurture that part of her with all the passion and love that I love and nurture the rest of her with. I want that partner whos my best friend who I can have long emotional conversations with, who can talk with me about our weird and often fucked up pasts, who I can be there for who can be there for me. I just also want to get random texts from her of her fucking other guys, or random phone calls where I pick up and hear her fucking. I want to hold her hand as she gets her guts pulverized and look into her eyes filled with love and desire and pleasure, and kiss her and tell her she's perfect and that I love her. And I want to make her the happiest woman in the world. That would make me happier than words could describe, but I assure you I'd write many poems for her attempting to do so.

That's what I'm looking for. Maybe it's just a dream, but I'm never going to stop looking. Let me know if you feel like you'd like to give it a try and see if maybe we can't live the dream.