About myself and my ideal match:
I don’t rush love. I want it to unfold like music — slowly at first, with soft notes that tease, then stronger, deeper, until it consumes both of us in its rhythm.
I’ve learned to be alone without feeling lonely. I’ve built a life full of meaning, beauty, and freedom. But even the most vibrant sunsets can feel incomplete when there’s no one to share the silence after. My daughter found that kind of silence — the good kind — with her man. I see it in the way she leans into him, how her laugh softens. I don’t envy her. I admire her. Because I want that, too.
Not someone to complete me — I am already whole. But someone to echo with. Someone whose presence feels like a pause in the chaos. A man who knows how to look at a woman like she’s more than her past, more than her body, more than her smile. A man who notices the silence between words, and isn’t afraid to hold it.
I want shared mornings where we speak without speaking. Where your fingertips say stay while you say again.
I'm not chasing fairytales. I'm not here to impress or pretend. I'm here to meet someone real. Someone magnetic. Someone who understands that deep intimacy starts in the mind, lingers in the eyes, and finally lives .
So if you’re not afraid of a woman who listens deeply, touches slowly, and loves with everything she has — then don’t send me flowers.
Send me truth. Send me fire.
And let’s begin with one word… and see where it takes us.