Rodney

English

A feral Gen X soul- inked, unfiltered, and, and finally free. Guinness in my veins. Chicago grit in my bones. I raised a daughter, survived a loveless marriage, and walked out of the closet with my head and heart open. Now I want something real. No masks, no games- just two people drawn to the flame. I’m wired for connection that runs deep, where the spark isn’t just felt, it’s earned. I’m looking for someone who owns her story, her hunger, her fire- someone who isn’t afraid of passion with weight behind it. I believe in slow builds and sudden storms, in kisses that linger, in moments that shake you awake. I want honesty, touch, laughter that leaves you aching, and the kind of trust that makes space for every shade of desire. I’m not chasing perfect. I’m chasing real- raw, kind, intense, and unapologetically alive. I’m still searching for my ride or die. Beagle snoring on the couch. I’m here, open, and done waiting for permission to feel this much. If you’ve ever wanted more and been told you’re to much- maybe you’re just enough for me. I don’t bite unless you ask… but I do have a hell of a mouth.

Leo

Average

6' 1 (1.85 m)

Brown

Caucasian

Divorced

Yes - Not At Home

No

Arms

Pierced... But Only Ear(s), Visible Tattoo

Black

Dog

No

5+

5+

My Prosperous Buddha on my right calf. I drew it. It's 100% all mine.

A traditional Chines dragon around a tiger on my left calf. I have drawn it. It's another all me creation.

No

50+ years old

No

No

I like it

Some College

Full-time

Other

Picker/Packer

$45,000USD To $59,999USD

Alone

All Is Calm

Yes - But Non Tobacco

Yes - Socially

Class Clown

Comedic, Dark, Flirtatious, Friendly, Observant, Outgoing, Reserved

Camping, Cooking, Dining, Fishing / Hunting, Gardening, Movies, Music, Religion / Spirituality, Volunteering

Clubbing / Bars, Drinking, Hanging Out With Friends, Going To A Concert, Relaxing, The Movies, Trying New Things

No stiff chairs or overpriced wine, no fake smiles rehearsed in bathroom mirrors.
Give me something real.
Back booth in a dim bar, where the lighting forgives and the music growls low.
Two drinks deep before we even touch the menu—because talking tastes better than food when it’s honest.
Stories that spill like whiskey, laughter that hits the ribs, not the ears.
A walk after, maybe—cool night air, no destination, just steps and sparks.
A moment where the silence isn’t awkward—it’s electric.
Eyes that linger.
A hand that doesn’t flinch.

And when the night ends?
Not with a kiss, unless it has to happen.
But with that look—that hell yes, I want more look—that leaves the door wide open for part two.

That’s the date.
No games.
Just chemistry, chaos, and something worth waking up thinking about.

Yeah. That question hits like the first drag of something you shouldn't be smoking. I've always wanted to try losing control- on purpose. No plan. Just hunger, heat, hands on hips and mouths that forget how to lie. I've wanted to try saying yes to the kind of night that wrecks the sheets and rewrites the rules. Try walking into a bar, ordering something top-shelf, and leaving with someone who tastes like me. Try not thinking. Just doing. Just taking. Just feeling. I've always wanted to try not pulling back. Not holding back. To throw the whole damn rulebook in the fire and dance around it barefoot bleeding and laughing. Yeah. I've always wanted to try living like I mean it. You?

Friendly, Cool, Raunchy, Obscure, Goofy, A Flirt

Catholic

Once A Week

Middle Of The Road

To leave claw marks on the walls of every room I enter. To be remembered not for playing it safe, but for setting the place on fire with nothing but a grin and a bad idea. To love like a riot- loud, reckless, and unapologetically messy. To build something wild out of all the broken bits they said would never hold. To make ghosts jealous, and the living nervous. To die with stories no one believes and scars that don't need explaining. To be feral, free, and unforgettable. That's the goal. No trophies. No white picket BS. Just a legacy that howls.

Campy, Clever, Dry / Sarcastic, Friendly, Goofy, Obscure, Raunchy

News, Cartoons, Documentaries, Movies, Sports, Re-runs

Action, Science Fiction, Comedy, Horror, Thriller

Blues, Country, Jazz, Metal, Punk, Rap, Rock, Soul

Biography, Classic, Erotica, Fantasy, Fiction, History, Home & Garden, Horror, Humor, Nature, News, Philosophy, Poetry, Political, Religious, Science Fiction, Sports

Late nights with the volume up and the world tuned out. Laughing so hard my drink spills and I don't even care. A dive bar jukebox playing something loud and dirty while the neon flickers like it's got secrets. Road trips with no GPS, just instinct and bad decisions in the glove box. Cubs games on the radio, windows down, wind howling like it's got something to prove. Cards on the table, truth or dare without the training wheels. That moment when the vibe clicks- when your not just passing time, you're living it.

Boldness, Empathy, Flirtatiousness, Good Looks, Humor, Power, Sensitivity, Spontaneity, Thoughtfullness, Wit

Someone who can meet me at full speed and still ask for more. A mind that's sharp, and a mouth that's sharper. Eyes that don't flinch when I show the dark, hands that don't tremble when they touch the fire. Someone who laughs like sin and kisses like salvation. No masks. No filters. Just raw unfiltered soul and a willingness to get dirty chasing something real. I'm not looking for perfect. I'm looking for present. For fierce. For the kind of connection that doesn't ask permission, just kicks the damn door in. What do I look for? Trouble, mostly. But the kind that feels like home.

Friend, Date, Intimate, Committed