I miss having someone to look forward to.
Not just sex. The message that makes you smile when you are supposed to be working. Lunch that runs long because neither of us wants to leave. A glass of wine, a conversation that wanders, that first moment when we both realize the attraction isn’t just in our heads.
And then having someone to think about afterward.
I’m 53. Married. 6ft tall with ice blue eyes and salt and pepper hair and a short, trimmed beard. I love books, great food, foreign cities and people who can teach me something I didn’t know yesterday.
I’m looking for one woman, ideally married too, who wants something ongoing and genuinely affectionate. Someone I can laugh with, flirt with, desire and eventually know
I’m not looking to blow up our lives. Quite the opposite, I’m looking for something that fits inside of them.
A little world that belongs to us.
Maybe it starts with coffee. Maybe lunch. Maybe we’re both slightly nervous and wondering if the person across the table feels the same way.
And if we are lucky? Then perhaps there is a moment that we both feel a spark.
I want anticipation as much as the destination. The messages. The inside jokes. Learning what makes you light up. Having a date on the calendar that both of us secretly count down toward.
I want you to feel desired. I want ti feel desired too.
Discretion, communication and kindness aren’t negotiable. Neither is chemistry.
Real life still exists. Weekdays are easiest for me, but for the right person we’ll
figure it out.
If some part of this made you think \*Yes I’ve been missing this too\* tell me.
Don’t send me your measurements.
Tell me what you miss.