Remember when you used to be a rascal?

I'm not prone to nostalgia, but I had a wave of it recently. It actually made me realised that I'm a happier, more relaxed, more confident person, more sure of my place in the world, than I was in my early 20s. But it also had me longing for a part of me that I keep under wraps.

By definition there's a mundanity to the everyday. That's fine, but the escapes from it are increasingly tame, only really briefly satisfying, never truly escapist. I've realised I miss a lot of things, but what I really miss is adventure, flirting, naughtiness, excitement. I miss getting dressed up, picking a low-lit cocktail bar, I miss the anticipation, the unknown, the dizziness of possibility, that transfer of energy with someone new, the electricity of touch.

I miss indulging myself, finding a partner in crime. I miss being a rascal.

Now I think at some point I am legally bound to state: I'm in a long-term relationship and I'm not looking to change your situation or mine. But I am looking for someone to connect with.

Sometimes it's tempting to rush towards the corners of our mind where the fun stuff lives; and I get that. You’ll find smut on my profile (and hand pics…). I don’t keep the dirtier parts of me hidden. But…

What I find far more exciting is the slow burn, an obsessive attention to detail, teasing, flirting, being cheeky, getting to know everything about each other, find true escape. I want a connection on a deeper level – when we can talk about good books, gardening, film and fashion - and everything else.

There's probably so much more I should write, but if you’ve read this far, why not come and say hello instead.