I do not have a type. There I said it. This could be the statement of a 42 year old man who simply does not know what he wants or it could be the sage wisdom of a 42 year old man who values experiences. And if life ought to be an experience, how could I have a type of anything or anyone? With this said, I wish depart false scripts that have been given to me by society or others and partake on the unknown. I want to have that ineffable moment that I know you, I live you (press play on Chaka Khan: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=X6Pkp41G_xY&autoplay=1)
I live and rotate between Chicago, Indianapolis, and Bloomington (Indiana that is...not Illinois or Minnesota).
| The Lie:
I was that guy you saw last Halloween that wore angel wings, a g-string, with sliver glitter sprinkled all over him.
| The Hint:
This is only for those who feel propelled to send me a message, if you choose to initiate this virtual communication (of course with the intent to actually meet): I am the type that actually reads, and views profiles. This is not a guarantee that I will respond but the odds go up if you simply send me a message that tells me a little more about you. Why? Well my experience has been that the person with the least amount of things to say on here equally has the least amount to say off of here. If you disagree, then I just might not be the one for you, and it is cool.