^{This post is extremely long. After getting fed up with many time wasters and a few catfishes, I figured I'd write most of my wants and hopes upfront, and see if anyone genuine connects. As I'm looking for a forever partner, I'd hope some reading isn't too much to ask for. But if you're in a rush, use the headings to help you skim.}

^{If you haven't read any of my shorter posts on ABDLPersonals or similar yet, then I'd highly recommend starting with one of those posts first.}

^{Also, if you're a Disney superfan, try to spot any hidden references to movie songs…}

Foreword

When she loved me, everything was beautiful… I remember how we used to play… And I was just weeks away from meeting her, the little love of my life, when she suddenly vanished. Well, her silent goodbye sure seems forever. I soon realized that many pictures and videos she shared, weren't hers. So, I suppose she was just a catfish… So many shared plans, hopes, and dreams, just squished. I was…so close. I was…almost…there… Yet too far…again.

Well, it's okay, I can say, having long since emerged from despair. She may as well be lost in some paper town, and could burn, for all I care. That nightmare now just a memory, I'm still here, after a long year. I'm still not ready to watch my dreams submerge. I still will go sailing some more.

Hello there, my name is Anthony. I'm 36, and I suck at writing concise personal ads. I instead channeled my anguish into this possible descent into madness. I know its sheer length may be more a liability than an asset, but if you could feel my heart and even take an interest in me by the end, then maybe, just maybe, there's still hope for me yet. Well, let's not further digress—I'd rather watch you regress…

Read/skim here if you're in a rush (criteria I'm seeking.)

But first, I guess, let's get some criteria and potential dealbreakers out of the way, so I don't waste any more of your time if you get ruled out:

I want a girl (ABDL, little, or middle) with bladder control issues, and/or who wets herself on purpose. I'd love an ABDL most. My whole post in <25 words. And yes, I know this can be very weird and messy. But I still want this, and I hope there's someone somewhere for me.

If I haven't scared you away, then please consider the below criteria too. I know it looks like a lot. I guess, being at this for a while and still looking for a forever partner, warrants a certain degree of pickiness, even if tinged by heartache and weariness. That said, I promise I try to be far more easy-going than the below criteria and minutiae may imply. I don't expect you to satisfy all the criteria. If you at least come close, I'd still love to hear from you.

• Age: 20-35. Mid-20s preferred.
• Height: I want you to be shorter than I (I am 6'). If you're closer to 5' or even slightly under, then, even better. If you're short enough to pass for being my kid, that'd be perfect.
• Body Type / Appearance: I want you to be petite, smol, slim, or average/HWP. I'm afraid words fall short for me here, and I know I'm excluding some potential matches, unfortunately. But I do kinda have a type in mind. I want you to be smaller than I (I'm 210-220 pounds), and I hope you could comfortably sit in my lap. If you could even fit in Pull-Ups or Goodnites, that'd be perfect. I'd also love if you have long hair I could twirl and play with.
• Personality: I'd prefer you be extroverted. I'm introverted myself, and want someone who'd challenge me and keep me on my toes in social situations, while still respecting that I am and may always be introverted. But if you're introverted too, and my post as a whole doesn't scare you, then I'd love to hear from you. Empathy should matter to you. I'd always strive to listen to you attentively and sensitively, and I'd expect the same as needed. Tolerance for occasional puns and dad jokes is a plus too.
• Location: I'd strongly prefer you be in Eastern time, and in the southeast US. But I can cast a wider net as needed, up to the whole US—maybe even Canada too, as long as logistics won't be too difficult. However, the bigger our time difference, the more respect you'd need to show for my time, if I have to stay up late so we can talk.
• You must be cis.
• You must be single and have no conflicting D/s arrangements.
• You must not have any children. But if you and I make it to an offline relationship, I do want children to be a long-term possibility. If you meet all my other criteria but are childfree, I may be willing to compromise.
• Potential dealbreaker #1 about me: Since I want an eventual offline meeting, I guess it's only fair that you know I'm a virgin. I've never been judged in the few times the topic has arisen. But still, I remain wary of judgment, or being dismissed like there's something wrong with me—like maybe I should even be an outcast. So, I'd rather put it out there, and weed out whoever would write me off for that. If you're still here, then the potential upside for you is, you could teach me and maybe even show me exactly how you want to be pleasured. And I'd try to do my best for you, always.
• Potential dealbreaker #2 about me: I consider myself a first-time daddy. I'm reluctant to count my prior long-distance attempts as actual experience. Although I hope enthusiasm and knowing much of what I want, counts for something. Nevertheless, I may have much to learn still, and in a first offline meeting, you may have to give me a crash course in "daddy school". But, in the same vein as my prior point, I'd be willing to learn exactly how you want to be handled and treated, and I'd try to do my best for you, always.
• Potential dealbreaker #3: Like I keep saying, I eventually want an offline relationship. Long-distance only won't be enough. Further details below. If there's serious mutual interest, then an offline meeting must somehow be possible given your location and schedule (whether you work, or are in college, etc). I don't want an online-only connection to drag on for several months without any attempt at or at least discussion of a real-life meeting.

Some other criteria and notes

I want you to be in at least decent health—physical, emotional, and mental. If you have any mental or emotional conditions, that's fine, as long as they're under control and/or being treated, and will not adversely affect our communication. I'd gladly make accommodations for you if needed. We probably all are or have been at least a little broken inside, and I'm quick to admit that about myself.

As for physical health, if you take at least decent care of yourself, that's fine. You don't have to be athletic, but that'd be a plus. If we make it to an offline relationship, I'd love to go on walks, hikes, and maybe the occasional jog with you. If I struggle to pick you up (and I might, because I don't consider myself very strong physically—please be patient with me), then that'd be enough motivation for me to want to become stronger somehow. However, I want nothing to do with smoking or drugs (other than required meds). Alcohol in moderation is fine. If your little age is young enough, I'd offer to bottle feed you wine at the end of some bad/stressful days, if you'd want.

Time is my #1 value in a relationship. Especially if things start ramping up, I'd always make time for you, no matter how busy I am. Wrong or right, you may become the center of my world, like a child may be to a parent. While I don't expect the same in return, I'd still want you to make ample time for me. This is critical. If you're prone to being clingy and/or needy, then chances are, you'd be perfect for me. But we'd need to strike a balance. I'd rather get too much time from you and have to ask to scale it back, than struggle with never getting enough time from you. I'd want us to talk every day (even if just a few minutes at the bare minimum), especially if things start getting serious, and even more so if I earn the title of "Daddy" to you and possibly get to establish rules for you.

If we develop a mutual interest, then I will eventually start wanting pictures and possibly videos. Also, if we reach 1 month of talking and there's enough mutual interest, I would like a video call. If there's to be any serious discussion of forming a dynamic and possibly making plans to meet, then a video call would be non-negotiable. I've been catfished before, and never want that again. I'm real, and could verify myself in any reasonable manner. I'd need to know you're real too. If you have confidence issues related to body image, then, I empathize with you. But I don't need you to be perfect; again, I'd just need you to be real. I honestly don't feel I look amazing myself, even though I do sometimes hear I'm handsome and/or cute. Yet I'm still willing to risk showing the real me, and I hope you feel the same about yourself.

The main event (hopes, wishes, fantasies, etc.)

^{(AKA, my real descent into madness, or maybe a love letter. There may be no middle ground… No rest stops till the end, either.})

^{(Disclaimer: I don't expect you to be comfortable with everything here. Public scenarios may have to just be fantasies only, or altered for real-life attempts. I don't condone exposing non-consenting people to kink.})

I want a girl who'd wet herself often, if not daily (and maybe most nights too—I'd love heavy bedwetting), especially if we make it to an offline relationship. If that can be you, then that's already >70% of my wants. Whether you're incontinent and unsure if anyone could love you despite that, or you still have control but love wetting on purpose, or anywhere in between, I'd love to be with you. And I'd gladly handle up to all the cleanup and laundry. I suck at folding clothes, though, and fitted sheets are my arch nemesis, no matter how many YouTube tutorials I watch. But I'd make sure to always take care of you as best as I could. I'd even give you bubble baths every day if you want.

Clothes wettings and diaper wettings are equally cute and arousing for me. If you're already a full-time diapered baby, I really hope you could be comfortable leaking out of your diapers and getting your clothes wet—maybe even soaked. I'd also love clothes wettings without diapers occasionally. If you're an older accident-prone little or middle, or one who wets on purpose / for attention, I'd ask that you be open to forced diapering at least sometimes.

Since I'm not too familiar with all the varieties and capacities of different diapers, then if you're an ABDL, I'd love to get you several kinds (if you don't already have many), so I could have you test their capacity claims…for science, of course. Yeah, science. And knowing the capacities, if I then track or even manage how much you drink, I could use math to deduce how long the diaper might hold. Yeah, right. Honestly, I'd just wanna see you leak for me. I know Pull-Ups and Goodnites won't hold very much, but you'd look so cute in them too, and sometimes I'd just want you to wear something you could leak out of in possibly mere minutes. I'd grin upon seeing your cute face turning red with chagrin, whenever your diaper and/or clothes turn yellow.

I hope you'd also be comfortable with humiliation, including in public. It's a huge part of my fantasies, and something that I want in a forever partner. If you need time to warm up to that, I'd respect that. But if it never happens, I may eventually feel like something's missing. Humiliation could include, but may not be limited to, random diaper checks, leaking and accidents in public (though let's try not to leave puddles in stores or other problematic places), wearing clothes that barely hide your diaper (or leave it easily exposed), letting me pee in your diaper whenever I want, and you having kiddie or baby food or bottles in public (either voluntarily or because I want you to—I'd even feed you myself if you'd let me). And if you're really brave, I'd love to expose you as a diapered baby to your family and friends, maybe even eventually the whole world.

If we could be together, I'd want us to have diaper- or wetting-related adventures daily, or at least often enough. Maybe we could go for a walk around the neighborhood, where I parade you in a onesie and skirt (maybe even without the skirt if you're really brave). Or maybe a walk/hike on a nature trail, where I make you drink a lot, and you have to flood your diaper and/or clothes in front of me (major bonus points if you let your shoes and socks get soaked too, and I get to hear the deliciously arousing squishy sound of pee in your shoes all the way back). Or maybe a park or playground outing, where I push you on a swing in a skirt or dress—your diaper or panties for all to see (even better if you're wet). I'd also love for you to pee down a slide, and we watch your pee trickle down (don't worry, I'd wipe down the slide after).

Another adventure could include a mall trip. I've always wanted to see a girl have an accident in a mall. I guess that's not nearly the max humiliation incident anymore that it could be, if most malls' foot traffic is decaying. But it'd still be fun. Yet, maybe that should remain a fantasy, as I don't feel totally right about causing messes someone else would have to clean. We could maybe expose you in a wet diaper to a mall crowd, though.

Still another adventure could include wet movie dates. One of my long-standing fantasies has been to buy a girl a huge soda or anything, and I tell her, "If I'm buying you this, it needs to come out as pee in your pants," (or diaper, or whatever she's wearing). If you'd indulge me in that, I might be the happiest daddy ever. You could even sit in my lap. I'd want you to sit in my lap every day at home and pee yourself (in diapers or clothes), but I'd be willing to have you do that in public too. And, sort of related to me wanting to buy you drinks so you'd pee for me, if there's long-term potential for us, I'd also love to go clothes shopping with you sometimes, and buy you outfits for the primary purpose of you peeing in them for me (either directly or from leaking out of your diapers).

Even mundane errands like grocery shopping could turn into fun diaper- or wetting-related adventures, if we let our imagination run. If you could even fit in the child seat in a shopping cart, that'd be adorable. ^{I just hope we could easily get you out of it in the end.} But please, no temper tantrums in stores, unless you'd want me to hush you with a pacifier.

With all these public wettings, how would we handle cleaning/changing you? If you'd want me to carry a girly-colored diaper bag, then, be my guest. But it'd need to say something like "Bestest Daddy Ever" (only if it's true, of course). I'm serious. I'd want a special diaper bag. It could even have pretty stars or flowers or whatever you want. If you buy it or even customize it for me, I'd proudly carry and use it in public. We'd have to learn where the family-style restrooms are, but I'd probably have to change you in the car too, or maybe more creative places. You may have to be prepared for that. Try to embarrass me by having me carry or even wear girly colors, and I'll humiliate you with exposed diapers and public changes. That'd be fair, right?

My last fantasy I'll share for now is (and this is mainly for littles—it may require reworking for a middle), I want to bottle feed you on a beach, you sitting in my lap in a little-themed swimsuit with an obvious diaper (most likely a thin one that'd leak too easily). It could be any time of day, with or without a crowd around. But I'd want to do that for you, and make you flood your diaper and swimsuit for me. Then we'd go for a walk on the sand (or the flood could happen while we're walking), the waves lapping at our feet. Oh, I'd love long walks on the beach all right, as long as they're humiliating for you. If you have to pee more, of course, I'd want you to just let it go. And I'd want you holding my hand the whole time. Honestly, I'd want you to hold my hand nearly all the time in public. If you wouldn't care who sees us, I wouldn't care either. You could even jump into my arms and kiss me (or lick my face like a baby might) while you're pissing yourself, and I'd savor the moment, letting any potentially stunned onlookers see that you are mine, even while you're making a pissy mess of yourself. They could see what's happening, yet they still won't have a clue. If any ask, I could say you're special to me, and I love you the way you are, you sweet caress of sunlight—even while you're raining piss on us. I'd even change your diaper on a beach towel on the sand, for any to see, ^{as long as that's legal.} If you think any of this can't play out for real, then, try me. I'd love to make it happen for real, and become the envy of your other little friends. There'd be no end to how far I'll go to humiliate you (within reason and limits, of course.)

As you could tell by now, I'm deeply serious about wanting frequent wettings. However, of course I'll want more than that. I'd also want a daily dose of copious cuddles. Whether it be for aftercare, or just because, cuddles would be basically compulsory. I'd make sure to give you head pats and bum pats too after each diaper or clothes change, or whenever you want. If you're a crybaby (I'd love that, especially if tears signal you're fancying a scene), I'd love the chance to soothe you and assure you everything's okay, even if you're standing/sitting in a puddle of your own creation. But if you're genuinely scared or upset or sad about something, I'd need to know (if I can't guess by the context) so I'd approach you correctly. I could cradle you in my arms. I might even weep with you, sweet baby of mine.

I have a sensitive side all right, and I'd want you to find and draw it out. Never in my life, have I had a satisfyingly good cry, and I mean, never. That's the reason I've never seen Inside Out yet, or even spoiled the plot for myself beyond the basic premise, because I'd love to watch it with a little. Maybe I'd choke up, or maybe not. I don't know. Naturally, I'd suppress the urge to show emotion. I may seem strangely stoic on my surface, while my inner child dissolves into a sobbing mess. Draw him out. But please don't ever make fun of me for this. Although, you could tell me something cute like, "Silly Daddy, crying is my job," as you wipe my tears, and my heart would melt into a puddle. I want the freedom to feel, and not have to keep stuff bottled up, like I have for far too long. I want the freedom to be vulnerable. If we reach a point where I'm changing your diapers and dressing/undressing you (hopefully even picking out your outfits too), then I'd hope we're also emotionally vulnerable with each other. Must we conceal how we feel? I don't want us to have to hide from each other.

Except if we play hide and seek. Maybe even peek-a-boo too. I wanna play with you. If you have a vivid imagination, then I wish I could be a part of that world, too. I'd love for you to draw and/or color pictures for me. Maybe I could color with you too. If you could paint the colors of the wind, I'd love to see. We could hang your masterpieces on the fridge—maybe even frame them on the wall, so I could be proud of you. I'd always be proud of you, and would show it as much as I can. If you have a huge collection of stuffed animals, I'd wanna get to know each and every one of them by name, and their backstory, and what they all think of me. I hope they'd all like me, even if I seem to be a meanie who'd want you to be wet nearly all the time. I hope they'd also see how my heart would overflow for you every day, like an always leaky bladder. ^{And if I wanna take your hand in forever, I might talk to them first, before your family.}

Board games and videogames could also be fun. Animal Crossing was all the rage a few years ago, yet I've still never had a chance to play it. I'd love to play with you. I'd love to try to play any videogame, while you're sitting in my lap. I'd love for you to be needy and get more of my attention than the game. We could also watch cartoons, TV shows and movies, with you in my lap and my hand in your diaper or panties, if you'd allow. I'd love to rediscover the cartoon and fantasy worlds of our childhood. Take me to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe again, plus any of Sesame Street, Johto, Kanto, Elwood, Hillwood, Hogwarts, Townsville, Coolsville, Whoville, Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, and/or wherever else a world of pure imagination and nostalgia could whisk us off to. I'd even love to fly with you past the second star to the right—as long as you're my Tinkle Bell.

Over a long time—probably years, I'd love to watch all the Disney and Pixar movies with you. Too many, I still haven't seen yet, while others, I haven't seen since my childhood. I'd even be okay with chick flicks or tearjerkers too. Any other genres or franchises you're into, I'd watch with you. I'd watch anything with you, as long as you soak your diapers and/or clothes for me. I hope you like scary movies too, because I'd love to watch some with you, and watch/feel you wet yourself in fear. And as often as I'd have to, I'd assure you that you have nothing to fear while you're with me, not even monsters under the bed or in the closet. If you ask me to, I'd check for monsters for you every night, before or after I finish reading you a bedtime story (if you like stories). I may even sing you a rare lullaby, even though I never like to sing, and I'd never do it in public. But I'd do it just for you, if you want. ^{But you're not allowed to make fun of me.}

I'd also have tea parties with you if you want. How about we build with Play-Doh or Legos too? Whatever toys you have, let's play together. We could even play with Barbies if you want—as long as you're my Barbie girl. That's a facetious reference to a song possibly older than you. The original version remains a curious guilty pleasure for me, and even more so after I've discovered what it really means, so many years later. Is "life in plastic" really so fantastic? Is that a fantastic point of view? I wonder. Might be a topic we discuss sometime. ^{Regardless, you may look cute in plastic pants.}

All these and the following are some of the little wonders I'd want with you. I wanna watch sunrises and sunsets with you. I wanna lie on the grass and watch the clouds and stars with you. I wanna go fly a kite with you, up to the highest height. I wanna cook with you and for you—most likely kiddie food for you, unless you want baby food or something different. I wanna eat spaghetti with you on a beautiful night, and watch you eat yours with your hands—a messy plight. I wanna bake desserts with you, and smear a little icing on your nose, while you then struggle to reach me, until I lean in close enough so you could get me too. I wanna be a rebel and eat cookie dough with you—but real dough, not today's store-bought safer edible fakers that ruin the risk and naughtiness. I wanna have a super soaker water fight with you. I wanna walk and run in the rain with you. I want us to gaze at our reflection in puddles, and then jump in them. I wanna jump on a trampoline with you. I wanna jump in piles of leaves with you, and make angels in the snow. Do you wanna build a snowman? Because I do. I even wanna build sand castles with you. I wanna blow bubbles with you. I wanna blow on dandelions with you, and maybe put a daisy in your hair, à la Mayzie McGrew. I wanna run through a lawn sprinkler with you, even fully-clothed. I wanna run through fountains or water jets with you (example, the Fountain of Rings in Centennial Park, Atlanta). I wanna do everything we used to do as kids, or in my case, stuff I may have never gotten to do.

But sometimes, we wouldn't have to do much. We could sit and talk about anything big or small—our days, childhood memories, adventures we wanna plan, or anything else, really. Maybe we could even talk about Bruno sometime? I don't know who he is yet or why he's not to be talked about, but maybe you could tell me. Or sometimes, words would be optional. You could coo and babble and giggle if you want, as you play with my eyeglasses, my keys, or whatever else of mine. I'd smile, always deeply grateful for you, even in such little moments. We could be still and feel and hear each other's heartbeats. You could even fall asleep in my lap, and I wouldn't mind, or even move for a while. I'd hope to feel your diaper warm up with wetness. Overcome, I'd hug you a little tighter and hope I don't wake you too soon, while I might also feel my eyes glisten with a mixture of memories and joy and gratitude, silently streaming down my cheeks. Maybe someday, I could tell you why…all the days, dark and bitter that I had to go through, before I could finally delight in these simple moments with you. But even if I never do, it'd be enough for this teary-eyed wanderer, that we got this far and I get to be with you. Because I love you, and that's all I'd know, all I'd really need to know in that moment.

This would be so much more than a simple dynamic. I want a whole soggy fairytale life like this with you, as close to 24/7 as realistically possible. Life is hard and messy enough as it is. And I'm tired of staring at numbers and words and files on a screen all day. I'd much rather be with you, so we could play and make silly, beautiful messes together. I'm not here to play with you for just a little while and then get bored, put you away, and move on to the next plaything. Never. Because you're not a toy. You're a precious treasure. And I'd want you for as long as you'd want me—hopefully forever. I wanna grow old with you, and yet at the same time, never age. At 36, I still feel like I've hardly lived yet. When will my life begin? Maybe, just maybe, as soon as I get to hold you in my arms.

Kinks / Limits

Because there's so much I haven't tried or experienced yet in person, I'd rather flesh out discussions of our kinks over time. And if there are any useful BDSM/kink checklist websites or apps, etc., that you like, I'd be open to using them.

That said, I know I'd love caring for your basic needs, much like a real baby (if your little age is young enough. I won't infantilize you if your little age is older…unless you'd like the humiliation). I'd love to feed you, bathe you, clothe you, change your diapers, and anything else we may desire. The more needs I take care of for you, however, the more I'd want you to take care of my heart. That's a fair trade, right? I'd always want to know the love I'm pouring into you is reciprocal. For a kink-based relationship with me to work, I'd need more than lust; I'd need a foundation of trust, communication, and love. If I could feel your love in your hugs, hear it in your voice, and see and feel the glow in your smile and eyes, then I could fly and touch every star in the sky.

Watersports could also be fun. Giving, and possibly receiving. At the least, I could imagine some diaper changes humorously going awry…

Known Limits

• Scat: I'm not interested. However, if we get to an offline relationship, I may be willing to change an occasional dirty diaper.
• Blood: However, if you have a high sex drive on your period, I may want to try period sex. I may also want to try earning my red wings.
• Brattiness beyond a playful amount: Please try to be nice to me? This is my first time… ^{You may press my buttons occasionally, though.}
• Pet names: I love pet names. However, I don't want to be called "Daddy" or any too-similar pet names before we've talked at least 1 month. It doesn't happen often, but it's happened before. I won't get mad if such a name slips out prematurely—it might even feel good. But I'd rather wait. I'd prefer not to use any pet names for you before 1 month either, unless you feel we've become close enough and you really want me to. However, I'd probably rather wait till we have an established dynamic before we start using pet names.
• Violence: I'm uneasy about anything beyond spanking your butt. I never want to do anything that may leave a mark and be too easily construed as abuse.
• Absolutely no: breeding; illegal stuff; involvement of animals, furries, or actual children/minors; pegging; permanent markings; primal; rimming; vomit (although of course, if you get sick, I'd still take care of you).
• Anal: Umm… I'm only about 95% opposed. If you're into it, I may someday be willing.
• Any kinds of rough play: This will likely be a no, but I'd entertain some discussion in case anything interests me. But I won't involve deadly weapons, or do anything to willingly put our lives at risk. CNC/rape is a hard no. I may want to experiment with bondage at some point, though (I'm not sure if all bondage falls under rough play). Some "bondage" I'd love would be humorously simple, such as me watching you unable to move while you're in a very high-capacity diaper that's too full for you to even waddle.
• Sharing: The furthest I will consider, is hiring a strictly platonic babysitter for you, for times I may have to leave the house without you. If you have a sister, other family member, or a friend who'd love to babysit you and humiliate you at my behest, then, even better. I'd also consider dropping you off at daycare (would mainly be a prank, and would only really work if you're small enough to pass for being a kid, and already have a good friend in the daycare business.)
• "Baby Shark" and "Let It Go": No. Just, no. Those songs should be a violation of the Geneva Conventions. ^{Who am I kidding? I can tolerate them—just no more than 10x a day.}

Conclusion

Thank you for your time and patience in reading this (unless you skipped around, which is fine too). This was…difficult for me to write and share, and I'm unsure how well it'll be received. I'd appreciate any feedback.

If you read the whole thing closely, did you see any references to songs from Disney movies? If you skipped around, you missed out. I hid 30 perfect or partial/edited references to titles or lyrics, and I want you to try to find them all. A few songs may appear twice. Some lyrics, especially edited ones, may be sneaky. But I may have also snuck in subtle clues for any references. Such as, if a paragraph holds a pattern, and I break said pattern, then there may be something there.

Please don't reveal any references publicly.

If I've caught your interest as a potential match, then I want to see the following in your private message or chat:

• Anything about yourself. Name, location, and age would be a good start.
• What could make us a good match?
• Questions if you have any.
• Optional: Any Disney songs you found, with their movie titles. If you can, list them in appearance order (so I know you're not just guessing).

I'm not expecting book-length replies (certainly nowhere near as long as my post, haha), but I do want at least some effort. Also, while I'd be fine talking on Reddit for a little while, I'll soon want to move to another chat app if I'm interested in you. I have Discord, Telegram, WhatsApp, Kik (only as a secondary or last-resort app, since I don't prefer mobile-only apps), or I could possibly use any other apps you may have. We could even use old-school email. I'd actually love that as a supplement to a chat app, if we feel inspired to open up at length about anything. For the right people, I'm an open book about anything and everything, and would love to find the same in you too.