35 tall, tattooed, and bearded blue collar guy who has needs but open to anything

So here’s the contradiction:

I’m tall, bearded, tattooed… the whole “probably listens to loud music and makes questionable life choices” starter pack. I look like I should be the reason someone’s parents worry.

Reality? I go to work, pay bills, and come home to a relationship that feels more like a long-term group project where nobody wants to be the one to say it’s not working.

Yeah… dead bedroom.

Not “we’re tired” or “life’s busy.” I’m talking full museum exhibit. “Please do not touch” energy. You could light candles, play music, write poetry… doesn’t matter. The vibe is strictly tax return.

And before the pitchforks come out, I’m not here to leave. I’m not looking to flip my life upside down or pretend I’m one big emotional breakthrough away from fixing everything. I’ve made peace with where things stand.

But peace and fulfillment are two very different animals.

Because here’s the part that sticks in my ribs:

I miss feeling chosen.

I miss someone leaning in instead of pulling away. I miss conversations that aren’t just logistical briefings about life. I miss that spark where you can feel someone thinking about you the same way you’re thinking about them.

I want the banter. The tension. The “why is my mood suddenly better because of one person” kind of connection. I want to feel like I’m not just… existing in someone’s orbit.

Right now I feel like furniture. Solid. Reliable. Occasionally appreciated. Never desired.

Which is wild, considering I didn’t get all these tattoos just to emotionally retire early.

So yeah… I’m here because I want something more. Not chaos for the sake of chaos, but something real in a way that fits the reality I’m in. Discreet. Mutual. Honest about what it is and what it isn’t.

Someone who gets it. Someone who also feels like they’ve got a whole side of themselves collecting dust.

If that resonates, you probably understand this isn’t about being reckless.

It’s about remembering what it feels like to be alive in a way that doesn’t come with a to-do list.

If not, hey… thanks for reading anyway. Hope your bedroom has better foot traffic than mine.

At this point, a haunted house gets more action.