Let's have some fun. I'm looking for women interested in play -- reasonably casual "safer sex" and all sorts of other related pleasures that you might describe as a fling or "friends with benefits" or NSA. Ideally, I'd prefer to meet educated, professional and unequivocally single women who find themselves alone when they would prefer the company of a physically affectionate and skilled man who can also keep his end of a conversation. Why have words stuck on the tip of one's tongue when it has so many other more intriguing alternative situations in which it could find itself?

I match up best with women who don't have kids. Letting impulse and desire set the agenda can be tough when the schedules and needs of children get the priority that they deserve.

My imaginative and reasonably dirty mind, paired with the verbal acuity to express it effectively and oral skills that extend beyond the use of an extensive vocabulary, might be of interest to you, as might my long fingers and manual dexterity that can be dedicated to your pleasure. Some of you, I gather, like those sorts of things, and I certainly enjoy experiencing your responses. My hands are also good at loosening knotted necks, shoulders and backs -- often a first stop before they venture on to more exciting territory.

I'm open to a traditional relationship (and I have a profile, more broadly focused than this one, on another site), but they are elusive. In the meantime, sharing physical pleasure and satiating desires is what I'd like to do with someone similarly inclined.

No one who knows me would describe me as cocky (bad pun, I know) despite the impression this profile might leave; all of them would be stunned if they were to find out about this profile. Boldness comes easily sitting in front of my computer, but in person I'm the antithesis of the stereotypical bad boy; I'm the quiet one, on the shy side. If we were out somewhere and ran into your friends, nobody would bat an eyelash; I have good manners. The abs are mine, but on workdays they're tucked away under a suit.

There are people I deal with at work and in my personal life, hence the headless torso -- my awkward-moment avoidance strategy.

If my profile offends you, the easy solution is to stop reading it and move on. To reduce the hate mail, I'm not likely to write first, unless you've checked off "casual sex" or rated me highly. I might rate you highly or look a few times, but I'll leave anything beyond that up to you. I believe that the best way to ensure that you don't get what you want is by never asking for it. I'd rather be blunt than just throw a few subtle hints out with the hope that someone picks up on them.

Romney supporters, Republicans and Tea Party types should go to another profile if you haven't already. We are absolutely not a good match. To be crystal clear, the only place I want to screw a Republican is in the voting booth, and that's not an invitation for some Election Day fun. You're too busy screwing over the country to find time for me, aren't you? Fans of the Tarheels might want to join them, especially if you're reading this during basketball season.

Spending too much time tweaking and condensing this profile.

Living it in Manhattan; I'm a native, born, raised and living here. I'm also a lawyer with a responsible job in the public sector, fortunate enough to work very civilized hours, and to accrue ample and well-used vacation time. I've visited every continent except Africa and Antarctica, and came close to filling my most recently expired passport. I plan to get so much use out of its replacement that I need extra pages. A week and a half in Rome, starting at the end of May, is next.

my work and at giving my partner pleasure. I'm also good at being a reliable friend, which is probably more telling about my character than either of the things I mentioned first.
I know my way around my kitchen and my camera, the quality of my profile pictures notwithstanding; if you knew where to look you'd find some of my stuff in a dark corner of the Getty Images site. I'm a useful resource to those who are hopelessly mired in what they see as unsolvable crossword puzzles. Should we ever find ourselves in a dire situation from which only obscure trivia can extract us, I might be good to have around. My ability to digress is highly developed. Perhaps you've noticed.

are that I'm quiet and tend towards shyness, and that I'm amply endowed with a far sharper (and probably meaner in a good way) sense of humor than you might expect. People always think I'm younger than I am. I'm nowhere near as serious as you might take me to be based on appearances alone, and I've heard repeatedly that I remind people of Clark Kent, for whatever that's worth.

Never Let Me Go, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, Motherless Brooklyn and Swamplandia made lasting impressions. So did The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot -- a poem, I know, but still.... Anyone who cares about writing should digest a copy of "The Elements of Style," and then pick up "Here is New York." I'm partial to my brother's book and my brother-in-law's work (plays and screenplays); I'm being intentionally vague because more details would make it way too easy for you to connect the dots and figure out my secret identity.

My music tastes are quite varied, but the National has a steady, constant place in my iPod rotation. And I'm happy to go where Pandora takes me, but for its apparent obsession with Jack White.

I like too many movies to list, and this profile is plenty long already.

As to television, Homeland, The Walking Dead, Shameless, and Game of Thrones are among my favorites. I only indulge in reality TV to the extent of Top Chef and the Voice.

I'm an adventurous eater, with some limits: no roast dog in Vietnam, despite my guide's urgings. Ask me what we ate as a compromise, though you might consider it an even more unpleasant option -- fair warning. I have no favorite cuisine, and I also cook pretty well, but rarely use recipes, which makes repeating successes a bit difficult. Recently I have, however, been following baking recipes that have yielded very tasty breads.

We're a lot more durable than we sometimes believe ourselves to be. At some point, everyone suffers losses that were inconceivable before they occurred, and endures.

I'm just a vapid, empty shell. Can't you tell from this sparse, shallow profile? I mean, I've barely written a thing. Me, introspective or contemplative? Never! Perish the thought!

I think about deleting this profile and coming back with something more comprehensive, but women, often from distant locales or with explanations of our incompatibility, urge me to leave it up. I think that this site might have been a better home to my more conventional profile, but now I wonder whether I've burned that bridge so completely that I can't make a return to the site with a version of that profile.

probably at my neighborhood Equinox in the early evening (I try to get there every day after work), or in the alternative, maybe having dinner and drinks with a friend, or off to a museum's late hours. I'd like my Friday evenings to involve less time at Equinox and more female company.

This doesn't truly count as an admission, but isn't the existence of this profile, and my attempt to show that one can have a sharp, witty, highly functional mind, while at the same time searching for a casual sexual relationship, sufficiently private? No? Well, it'll have to do.
Or there's this -- in addition to having the neck-up G-rated pictures that you'd all expect, I've got a batch that make the ones attached to this profile look completely tame if that sort of thing interests you.

you like sex and all sort of related activities and don't believe that you have to be in a long-term committed relationship to indulge; you appreciate someone who asks for what he wants; you don't have enough fun in your life of the sort that I'm proposing.

You'd rather meet than have a drawn-out online conversation, or you happen to spot a spelling or syntax error undermining my carefully cultivated status as a reasonably articulate horndog. Knowing when to use "it's" and "its," "their," "they're" and "there," "you're," "your," and "yore" and "I," "me," and "myself." For me there's a connection between wordplay and foreplay. Even if you don't feel the same way, you should know this stuff.

You're not nuts, delusional or otherwise not fully living in this world, though it's been pointed out to me that people fitting that description generally live in blissful ignorance.

You find my incongruities intriguing rather than annoying.

You're an unequivocally single New Yorker, like me. Casual and spontaneous don't work if I need to check a train or bus schedule instead of swiping a Metrocard. Even with that said, many of my messages seem to be from people outside New York City, often in a different time zone.

Your pictures show you as you look now, particularly since Okcupid shows when they were posted. If that picture you've described as your "most recent" says it was has been here for five years, the secret's out.

If you find this profile plodding, too long, or way too serious, just imagine it being read in the voice of Jon Lovitz as Master Thespian, and that might alter your perspective. Or you could propose some edits to tighten it.

If you're intrigued by the idea of stepping outside your comfort zone to contact someone well outside his own, I hope you'll make contact, but if I turn out not to be a good match, I hope you'll let me know rather than simply going silent.