Most men are not unlike J.D. Salinger's protagonist Holden Caulfield as he is quoted from the Catcher and the Rye above, that is to say, afraid to truly fall for a girl. These are the men who ask me whether I am "authentic," they exchange emails ad naseum, they repeatedly ask for my phone number. They fear the unknown, they fear giving in, they fear exactly what they desire the most.
A genuine connection. The energy created by the friction between bodies of passion. The synergy that can't be faked or contrived, rather, it flows organically when lovers collide and are open to come what may.
Engaging with me is not for the faint of heart, for the frugal hobbyist, or for those in search of a predictable (bordering on robotic) encounter. There is nothing cookie-cutter about me. I understand completely if I simply am not your cup of tea.
However, if you've made it this far perhaps you're one of the select few that make my match. A creative intellectual, an erotic explorer, an intrepid connoisseur of pleasure. A man, unlike the boyish Holden Caulfield, ready to bravely submit to the power of his lust.