The fact that you find yourself scouring profiles on a platform of this type tells me that you like to challenge the unknown. You could have limited your companion quest to Tinder, Plenty of Fish, or Tagged; yet, you gaze at a Moor in his demise, a once prominent man, humbled and eager to kiss the hand that gestures to greet.

Like a Pharaoh, I sit at a long table; I am an author, a paralegal, a baker, but no part of my life affords me the time to enjoy such creative talents.

I stare at an empty chair, waiting earnestly for that Natural Empress who wears no pants. As I groove to the sounds of Cannonball Adderley, I fantasize about the manifestations she might bring. What she lacks will be provided through my talents, and what is filled will cement her legacy. For I am a Man of distinction, and to the like-minded I will reciprocate.    

Significant to me are the born numbers of 6/5/1981.