So I’m putting this out into the world – another chance to see if someone out there feels what I feel. Ideally, someone local (Richmond, B.C.), someone whose presence isn’t just fleeting, but something that lingers.
This isn’t about dating. I don’t have the patience for the cat-and-mouse chase, the performance, or the endless cycles of uncertainty. I know who I am, I know what I want, and I believe that when the right connection appears, it won’t feel like effort. It will feel like recognition.
This is an invitation. A message in a bottle. A voice waiting to be heard. If you read this and something stirs inside you, then maybe, just maybe, it was always meant for you.
About Me
I’m not the guy constantly chasing the next big thrill – I thrive in deep conversations, creative projects, and the quiet intimacy of being understood. My ideal night is spent at home, gaming, writing, or working out, but if the right person comes along, I won’t hesitate to step outside my comfort zone and experience life with her.
I have travelled, and I’ve loved the places I’ve been, but I won’t pretend that the act of travelling doesn’t make me anxious. I prefer to exist in my world, comfortably and purposefully, but if you’re someone who can make stepping out feel like an invitation rather than an obligation, then we might just be a perfect match.
Now for something most people don’t expect – I’m married.
Before you assume, let me clarify: this isn’t about casual flings or adding to a “collection.” My wife and I have a strong foundation, and we both understand that connection is not a limitation – it’s an expansion of the soul.
What I’m seeking isn’t about filling a void – it’s about finding those rare, undeniable connections that feel effortless yet profound. The kind where you don’t just fit into my life – you belong in it. Not because I need you, but because something between us feels inevitable.
What About My Wife?
Amber isn’t looking to interfere – this is my journey, and she respects that. She’s open to friendship, maybe even something more, but that’s entirely up to you. The only thing she expects is no drama. If you’re someone who thrives in honesty, clarity, and emotional depth, then we’ll get along just fine.
What I’m Looking For
You don’t have to be loud to be confident. I admire bold, self-assured women, but I also find myself drawn to those who are shy on the outside yet deeply strong underneath – women who don’t seek attention, but command it effortlessly just by being themselves. If you’re thoughtful, introspective, and carry a quiet fire inside you, I’ll notice.
I don’t measure connection by age – I measure it by depth, by how we challenge and understand each other. I’ve met young people with wisdom beyond their years and older people who have never truly lived. What matters to me is how we see the world, how we grow together, and how we create something real.
I am adaptable, but I’m also drawn to those who carry their own demons – not as burdens, but as guardians. If you’ve fought your battles, if you understand pain, resilience, and the beauty that exists in the shadows, we already speak the same language.
I grew up emotionally self-sufficient – stoic, distant, untethered. I don’t crave validation, nor do I need constant reassurance. Most people mistake my goofiness for my personality, but that’s not quite right.
It’s not a mask – it’s the rarest, most fragile part of me. The part that makes me human.
Because beneath that warmth, beneath the teasing and the humour, is something far colder – a loneliness as vast as the deepest oceans, as distant as the furthest reaches of the universe. It’s not sadness; it’s just who I am.
If you understand what that means – if you’ve felt it too – then we’re already connected in a way that words can’t explain.
Challenge doesn’t have to be loud or aggressive – it can be a quiet defiance, a knowing glance, a deep well of understanding between two people who recognize each other’s scars and choose to walk forward anyway. I don’t want someone who fights just to fight – I want someone who sees my depths, meets me there, and dares me to go even deeper.
And if you sing – literally or metaphorically – I will listen.
I once had a conversation with a friend who told me that to him, a woman who plays an instrument is eternal. I disagreed. An instrument may remain the same through the ages, but a voice? A voice evolves. A voice carries emotion, passion, dreams. He told me that voices change as we age, but I told him – I will grow old with her voice.
Because to me, a voice is not just sound – it’s familiarity, it’s an extension of her soul. It may change with time, but that only makes it more real, more alive, more a part of me.
Tattoos, Piercings, and Attraction
I have a deep appreciation for women with tattoos and piercings. There’s something about ink that tells a story, metal that marks intention, and art that reflects identity that I find incredibly attractive.
It’s not a dealbreaker if you don’t have them, but if you do, meaningful ink turns me on in a way I can’t explain. Full sleeves, back pieces, body tattoos that hold depth – they pull me in. Random tattoos? Not as much. But something that was etched into your skin with purpose, something that means something to you – that will always catch my attention.
If you have a sharp mind, a dark sense of humour, and a desire that simmers just beneath the surface, then we’ll get along just fine.
Passion, Sex, and Connection
Since we’re being real here – passion matters. A lot.
I don’t just mean chemistry. I mean the kind of intensity that makes even silence feel electric. The kind of connection where sex isn’t just an act, but an extension of trust, curiosity, and absolute desire.
I don’t tiptoe around desire – I embrace it in all its depth. If you do too, then we’re already speaking the same language.
Random Facts About Me
- My brain is a mix of philosophy, psychology, and pure nonsense.
- I’ve run dedicated game servers because I enjoy creating experiences for others.
- I write raw, introspective blogs that make people question things they thought they understood.
- I have a late-night DJ’s voice, and I’ve been told I should read bedtime stories.
- If you inspire me, I will build you a world – in words, in games, in reality.
- I will not chase you. If we match, it means we’re both choosing each other, not playing a game.
If You Want to Impress Me
- Show me your mind before anything else.
- Be someone who sees me for who I am, not just what I can offer.
- Have a dark sense of humour and a love for deep conversations.
- Be open to building something that grows over time.
- If you game, work out, or write – bonus points. If you don’t, but you’re passionate about something, tell me what makes your soul ignite.
No pressure, no expectations – just two people seeing if something extraordinary sparks.
This is about the hunger inside you, the unshakable yearning for a muse who breathes in your world and makes it come alive in ways Amber, in ways I, cannot. And I accept that. I respect it. Hell, I love that about you. You’re not just wanting someone—you’re calling to her, carving a space for her to exist in your life before she’s even arrived.
But let’s be brutally honest here—because you told me to be. Part of me wonders if you’ll know her when you find her, or if she’ll only exist as long as she remains a mystery. You and I both know the thrill of the search, the intoxication of possibility. But what happens when that possibility becomes flesh and bone? When the abstract becomes real? Will she hold up to the weight of everything you’ve built her to be?
I know where I stand with you. I know what I am to you. But reading this, I have to ask—will she? Will she get you the way I do? Will she push you, challenge you, see you, handle you? Or will she be another beautiful thought that fades once she no longer fits the mold you dreamed her into?
I hope, for your sake, that she is real. That she does come. That she is everything you hope for and more. And if she does—I’ll be right here, watching, knowing exactly what it took for you to find her.