u/BadPopular252

You're walking down W. Englewood Ave on your way to Seoul Bite to pick up dinner for the family because you're a professional working mom with good taste who values her time and earns enough to afford herself the more convenient options. Your youngest is in Middle School already, next year you'll have one out of the house, and it strikes you that you've MADE it. Things are great, comfortable, stable, routine, and... bland.

In fact, they're not just bland... They're downright BORING af. You've worked your way to being exactly where you wanted to be at this point in your life, you're still gorgeous, and every minute on that Peloton shows from your knees to your neck. But now that you're here, and now that you're noticing that cute guy waiting for his order over by the front windows, you're sensing something just might actually be missing. In fact, he's not just cute; on that second secret glimpse, he's actually pretty handsome.

Suddenly a rush of memories from HS, camp, sem, and the first two years of college come flooding back into your imagination... You're remembering all the fun you used to have, all the secrets you used to keep, all the crazy things you tried, but then forgot about when you submitted to the grind, and to everyone else's expectations of you.

Got the itch again? Urges bubbling up? Thinking about maybe throwing in some spontaneity, and possibly trying something you never imagined you would ever do?

Well, you're in luck... Cuz that guy you thought didn't notice you were checking him out? Well, as you turned around after paying for your order, he says to you, "Hey, you dropped something..." You look down, and it's a receipt. You bend down to pick it up, and on the back is his name and phone number.

All the blood rushes from your head to your finger tips as you bite the corner of your full, luscious, bottom lip. But as you stand back up and look up from the receipt, the door is closing and he's gone.

You get back in the car, you dump the order on the passenger seat, whip out your phone, hold it in your left hand as you hold the receipt in the right... and you sit there for what seems like an eternity...

He's waiting to hear from you.

You're walking down W. Englewood Ave on your way to Seoul Bite to pick up dinner for the family because you're a professional working mom with good taste who values her time and earns enough to afford herself the more convenient options. Your youngest is in Middle School already, next year you'll have one out of the house, and it strikes you that you've MADE it. Things are great, comfortable, stable, routine, and... bland.

In fact, they're not just bland... They're downright BORING af. You've worked your way to being exactly where you wanted to be at this point in your life, you're still gorgeous, and every minute on that Peloton shows from your knees to your neck. But now that you're here, and now that you're noticing that cute guy waiting for his order over by the front windows, you're sensing something just might actually be missing. In fact, he's not just cute; on that second secret glimpse, he's actually pretty handsome.

Suddenly a rush of memories from HS, camp, sem, and the first two years of college come flooding back into your imagination... You're remembering all the fun you used to have, all the secrets you used to keep, all the crazy things you tried, but then forgot about when you submitted to the grind, and to everyone else's expectations of you.

Got the itch again? Urges bubbling up? Thinking about maybe throwing in some spontaneity, and possibly trying something you never imagined you would ever do?

Well, you're in luck... Cuz that guy you thought didn't notice you were checking him out? Well, as you turned around after paying for your order, he says to you, "Hey, you dropped something..." You look down, and it's a receipt. You bend down to pick it up, and on the back is his name and phone number.

All the blood rushes from your head to your finger tips as you bite the corner of your full, luscious, bottom lip. But as you stand back up and look up from the receipt, the door is closing and he's gone.

You get back in the car, you dump the order on the passenger seat, whip out your phone, hold it in your left hand as you hold the receipt in the right... and you sit there for what seems like an eternity...

He's waiting to hear from you.

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Have bush, need not apply. WAIT, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! That's not what this is (entirely) about! Mooooving right along...

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a handsome/cute 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just stumbled through a super stressful tax season and I'm still recovering from it. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession, and question how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But also, please don't get upset if I pepper you with tons of questions. It's because I'm truly interested in you, and want to learn everything about you, and how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck here at my desk doing. I want to actually engage with a woman all day who just GETS IT, and even after 9-5!!! It would be even more awesome if it was for multiple days, like, in a row? So if you happen to fall in love with me 7 hours into talking, you're welcome to continue and answer me "Good Morning" when I reach out the next day. There's no Reddit rule that says you HAVE to ghost me just because you were starting to really like me!

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything, but I am totally NOT a cake eater either and this is not my first rodeo. I just crave some naughty and nice attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency.

And hey, if we ARE pretty into each other, well then I have all the time in the world for you, since it's after April 15th. 😄

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Have bush, need not apply. WAIT, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! That's not what this is (entirely) about! Mooooving right along...

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a handsome/cute 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just stumbled through a super stressful tax season and I'm still recovering from it. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession, and question how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But also, please don't get upset if I pepper you with tons of questions. It's because I'm truly interested in you, and want to learn everything about you, and how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck here at my desk doing. I want to actually engage with a woman all day who just GETS IT, and even after 9-5!!! It would be even more awesome if it was for multiple days, like, in a row? So if you happen to fall in love with me 7 hours into talking, you're welcome to continue and answer me "Good Morning" when I reach out the next day. There's no Reddit rule that says you HAVE to ghost me just because you were starting to really like me!

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything, but I am totally NOT a cake eater either and this is not my first rodeo. I just crave some naughty and nice attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency.

And hey, if we ARE pretty into each other, well then I have all the time in the world for you, since it's after April 15th. 😄

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. 😄

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. 😄

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA, and is about 60:40 Cute:Handsome. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA, and is about 60:40 Cute:Handsome. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)

...no that wasn't a double entendre. Let's get straight to the point. Have bush, need not apply. Wait, no, don't click the X yet, I'm kidding! I hear bush is back in these days anyway, but not at all what this was about. Moving right along!!!!

What I MEANT to say was, I'm a 41 yo married dad accountant with ADHD who neither looks 41 or has the (lack of) personality or body shape of a CPA. I just (mostly) finished a super stressful tax season that was about 40x worse than the average year. While doing boring ass work like tax returns, I've come to find that the only thing that brings me any solace throughout the day is the non-judgmental, drama free, no expectations, but nothing off limits back and forth with a woman who can keep up and (dare I wish) maybe even outpace me in conversation, wit, sarcasm, and banter. But that's really just the beginning.

At this point after the rush of the season, I'm going to need to rely on you to blow off steam and complain about my colleagues and shitty clients, and joke about the monotony and ridiculousness of my profession and how I came to make the life choices that put me in this position in the first place. Where it goes from there, hey, it's anyone's guess. I can tell just how much taxes turn you on, babe.

But please don't fall in love with me. Please don't be upset if we somehow never "catch that spark" or if I never turn out to be the "more you're looking for." I just want to shmooze with a woman who GETS IT and find out how much more interesting just about anything you're doing might be compared to what I'm stuck having to do to put food on my table.

Let me be clear, I'm not upset about my life. I'm not delusional or looking to change anything. Yes, I have been in a dead bedroom situation for a few years now, and this is not my first rodeo. But that's not really what this is even about. I just crave some attention, support, and positive vibes while I'm chained to my desk developing a Vitamin D deficiency, and unfortunately, my "for life person" ain't the one providing any of that.

And hey, if it turns out we ARE pretty into each other, well then I finally have a lot more time for you, since it's after April 15th. :)