I wear a mask every day. The mask is as follows.
Starched light blue shirt. Dark gray or khaki pants. Striped or foulard tie. Unassuming dress watch on brown leather. Hair buzzed to 3/8 of an inch. Glasses. Tie bar. Stainless steel double lined coffee thermos. Canvas messenger bag with plaid flannel lining. A print copy of the business section of the NY Times.
You get the idea.
And I suppose it's not so much a mask, as it is a veneer. A carefully cultivated veneer representing the aspect of my personality I am most comfortable sharing with the world. Conservative. Stoic. Easily blended into the background of your daily life.
But underneath the shell there's a swirling maelstrom of thought and curiosity. I only came to this realization recently. I was raised to be the person I project. And for quite some time I thought maybe that's who I was, down to the bones. Some epiphanies come late. Mine has only just revealed itself as I navigate through the downward slope of my 30s.
To be quite candid, there isn't much I am closed to exploring. So long as it is between consenting adults and nobody is being hurt, my curiosity will more than likely get the better of me. In fact, often times the more odder and idiosyncratic, the better. Life is too short to tread on only the most commonly walked paths. I want somebody willing to trudge through the overgrown old trails of the subconscious most deem best to avoid.
The problem is, I exist in a world of similar veneers, similar impenetrable barriers to what's really lurking in a person's innermost caverns.
And I want a partner in this process. Somebody to tumble down this rabbit hole with me, hand in hand.
But I don't want to compromise. I'm educated, professional, fit, and aspire for the same in a woman. I don't like to dwell in cliches and netspeak. I like vivid language and I love the kind of deep, penetrative, psychologically rich conversation that leaves you simultaneously fearful of your vulnerability and aroused by the knowledge that you're sharing your deepest desires with a kindred spirit.
If you seek this too, then write to me.
Starched light blue shirt. Dark gray or khaki pants. Striped or foulard tie. Unassuming dress watch on brown leather. Hair buzzed to 3/8 of an inch. Glasses. Tie bar. Stainless steel double lined coffee thermos. Canvas messenger bag with plaid flannel lining. A print copy of the business section of the NY Times.
You get the idea.
And I suppose it's not so much a mask, as it is a veneer. A carefully cultivated veneer representing the aspect of my personality I am most comfortable sharing with the world. Conservative. Stoic. Easily blended into the background of your daily life.
But underneath the shell there's a swirling maelstrom of thought and curiosity. I only came to this realization recently. I was raised to be the person I project. And for quite some time I thought maybe that's who I was, down to the bones. Some epiphanies come late. Mine has only just revealed itself as I navigate through the downward slope of my 30s.
To be quite candid, there isn't much I am closed to exploring. So long as it is between consenting adults and nobody is being hurt, my curiosity will more than likely get the better of me. In fact, often times the more odder and idiosyncratic, the better. Life is too short to tread on only the most commonly walked paths. I want somebody willing to trudge through the overgrown old trails of the subconscious most deem best to avoid.
The problem is, I exist in a world of similar veneers, similar impenetrable barriers to what's really lurking in a person's innermost caverns.
And I want a partner in this process. Somebody to tumble down this rabbit hole with me, hand in hand.
But I don't want to compromise. I'm educated, professional, fit, and aspire for the same in a woman. I don't like to dwell in cliches and netspeak. I like vivid language and I love the kind of deep, penetrative, psychologically rich conversation that leaves you simultaneously fearful of your vulnerability and aroused by the knowledge that you're sharing your deepest desires with a kindred spirit.
If you seek this too, then write to me.
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