I'm suffocating in a male dominated profession and have no desire to digress back to the days of Pub crawling with my posse. I'm domesticated and still lift the toilet seat even though there's no longer a need. My life was made nearly perfect when I was awarded custody of our twin boys, yet something is missing. I thought long and hard about buying a Jet-Ski, but I'm not sure that it would fill this awkward void.
Besides, I hear that Jet-Ski's are high maintenance.

I should define here what I am looking for, but that depends on which side of me you solicit. One side wants a rebound, right back into a serious relationship that's complete with an everlasting commitment, kids and lots of debt. Another side wants to take it slow and find a true friend that can help me screw my head back on. Yet another side just wants to screw. And finally, there's a side that wants a Jet-Ski.

I am hard working, career focused, and always give 110% in anything I do (including relationships). I took the online survey and the results describe you better than I possibly could;

• Someone whose enthusiasm is infectious and keeps you motivated and feeling
young and energetic.
• Someone who doesn't want or need to rely on you for economic security but
rather comes to the relationship with existing resources.
• Someone who's grounded and has a strong sense of identity, purpose and
independence.
• Someone who's ready and able to give you freedom and support for your
personal or professional goals.
• Someone who cares a lot about looking great, and who'll make you look sexier
and more attractive in just being seen together.
• Someone can be the envy of others, and who'll garner approval from your
friends and family.
• Someone who uses their physical, sexual assets to the fullest for your
enjoyment.
• Someone who can give you attractive and healthy children.

If you have a Jet-Ski, we can skip the above prerequisites.

An ideal first date would be our solution to the butterflies we both feel after a few E-mails and then some phone calls where time slips away and we find ourselves going to work on just a few hours of sleep. A table for two would be nice, in a quite place so that we can hear each other. I'd dazzle you with self confidence and a sense that I am in a calm state of control. Little will you know that I'll be a nervous wreck, paranoid about the potential for a piece of spinach to lodge between my two front teeth.

After dinner, we'll take a walk and use the cool fall air to clear our heads of that bottle of wine that had a real cork instead of a plastic one. At the end of the evening, your sincere smile will give me the confidence I need to ask you when I can see you again.