You want to run screaming, we might not have much in common.
Explanations? Way too often, on here, I've gotten women with a recently emptied nest who think it would be Romantic to go out with an artist.
Nope. It isn't. You want Romance? Fall crazy in love with someone who's crazy in love with you. It exists not in Romance novels or tropes. It exists in an interaction you build.
To me, I'd rather scare them off before I need to lower them gently down. I have no desire to hurt anyone or anything. It is very hard to let them down without making them hurt.
So there you are. I'm me, a wonderful, kind, rotten person who likes to duct tape women to water towers for shots. (Strange, I'm not at all interested in bondage. Guess I'm weird.) I'd like to say more: if you say nothing about yourself, don't bother. I don't care if you look like Heather Nova. (Well . . . it'd be pretty cool.) If you could handle hanging out under a comforter on a Friday watching a dumb movie, I might talk to you. As long as you speak not Sanskrit. My Sanskrit is really rusty, as is my Latin. Don't even get into my Greek; I can almost order a beer. Or a ritual execution.