asamuel

... whensoever the man upstairs puts me on someone's plate, it's been someone consequential, in too deep, facing overwhelming conflict they're ill-equipped to handle, an insurmountable obstacle, impending life changing catastrophe, a conundrum, just over their immediate horizon, in need of a dose of intellectual horsepower from some altruistic, well-meaning chump, like me. Then thereafter, I'm kicked to the curb.

Like I am, now!

Raised by strong woman (most of them Ph.Ds), bred a one woman man, perfect gentleman, I am bred to be proper, especially so with women. That I don't go to dance-clubs, bars, nightclubs? That I don't hit on women?

Combination affected, it's not just that I'm unlikely to meet someone, here, much less in the vernacular? It's that, indicative of my marriage, for better or for worse more oftentimes proves, better for them, worse for us. Bred a certain way, I'm prone to centering myself to a soulmate I'm ideal for, whom is woefully sub-optimal, for me.

My relationship with you, I'm determined ours be mutual, 100/100, no compromise in our healing, loving, caring and sharing.

Don't get my fair share of genuine, sincere callers. So, whensoever it's you, discovering me? Chancing upon my profile? Teeing off a reply? Our paths in life, somehow crossing? Making me smile? This is a big deal, for me.

I'd hoped for a fair chance being a guy someone might someday be serious about. If you think you might be? I am not a hard guy to find!

I aspire to a fair chance, earning your trust - asj/.