A scholar turned sensualist, I collect color palettes and constellations, the scent of rain on old stone, the evening hush that feels like grace.

My mind loves theory; my body loves thrill.

I’m fluent in contradiction:

Half softness, half sin, half bilbo half bimbo, half chapel, half champagne, this allows me to believe in a kind of chemistry that bends time.

When I’m present, I’m wholly here.

You’ll sense it in the tilt of my smile

as we share oysters and impossible ideas,

In the way conversation drifts from mythology to machinery, from philosophy to pleasure. 

I move through life like a curator of experience

collecting stories, scents, textures, and moments

that feel half-real, half-dreamed.

A soft moan over a perfect bite, a laugh that betrays delight,

a gaze that says yes, I see your imagination and like where it’s going.

My background is academic; my instincts are artistic. I believe in the alchemy of minds meeting wholeheartedly—where curiosity turns into foreplay, and brilliance tastes like desire.

Conversation is my favorite devotion—where wit and tenderness melt like chocolate and honey.

You mention quantum mechanics; I counter with mythology. Somehow, it feels like foreplay. Just wait for the glimmer in my eyes that says I’ve been here before, but never quite like this.

I am drawn to people who build beauty from ideas, who find poetry in risk, and who understand that mystery isn’t something to solve-it’s something to savor.