Hello to all fellow thrill seekers and romantics! At a soaring height of 6-foot-1, I stand tall like the rollercoasters I adore at theme parks. My name might be etched on a surgeon's badge by day, but by night, I trade the scalpel for a spatula as I dive into my passion for cooking.
Whisk me away on an adventure and you'll find me crafting a cocktail with the precision of a maestro—shaken or stirred, each is a symphony in a glass. But don't let the surgeon's precision fool you; my passion bubbles over like a perfectly timed soufflé, and my heart is forever set on simmer.
In the realm of snuggles, I'm your teddy bear with a PhD, doling out cuddles with the enthusiasm of a child at Disney—speaking of which, if you've got Mickey Mouse ears, you're already halfway to stealing my heart!
When I'm not busy with bistouries or baking, you can find me brainstorming ideas for my very own lingerie empire—yes, that's right, because why should my talents be limited to the operating room or the kitchen? It's all about celebrating beauty and comfort, making sure everyone feels as magical as a princess in her castle.
As for the spectacular, you might catch me humming along to "The Phantom of the Opera" or tapping to "Hamilton"—musical theatre is like the sprinkle of paprika on my life: wholly unnecessary, yet delightfully essential.
And did I mention I'm a family man? My love for family runs deeper than my love for Disney melodies—whether it's planning our next big get-together or beating everyone at Monopoly (surgical precision, remember?), family comes first, even though I might accidentally diagnose Uncle Bob's Monopoly-induced "broken heart."
In essence, I'm a cocktail of quirky traits—part caring family man, part nerdy surgeon, part entrepreneurial spirit, all wrapped up in a love for life's thrills and spills. Looking for your happily ever after? Let's ride this rollercoaster together—I promise to keep your heart safe, even during the loop-the-loops! ????? Age wrong
There’s something people rarely see behind the way I carry myself, the confidence I show to everyone around me ?. Deep down there’s a quieter, guarded part of me that still carries scars from years ago, things I haven’t spoken about much until now. This story is one I’ve only shared with two other people in my whole life — and you are the third ?. I know I could have waited and told you in person when we finally meet, but I wanted to be honest, raw and open with you right from this moment, because you matter to me and I want you to know exactly where I come from and why I am the way I am.
This all happened before COVID ever changed the world ??. Back then I met a woman who told me she liked me, that she cared deeply and saw something special in me. At that time I was already carrying quite a heavy load — work was extremely stressful and demanding ????, and there were difficult things happening within my family that drained a lot of my energy and peace of mind ??. When she came along and said all the right things, I truly believed she was the one person who finally understood me, someone I could lean on and trust completely. I gave her everything I had — my time, my effort, my kindness, and my full heart ??. I went out of my way to do whatever I thought would make her happy or comfortable, never imagining it was all just a performance.
Slowly, without me even noticing at first, things began to shift and darken ?. I remember feeling constantly exhausted, heavier than tiredness should ever feel. I genuinely thought it was just the pressure of work and family life catching up with me, that I was simply burnt out and needed rest. I never guessed then that she was slipping things into my food or drinks, substances that made me drowsy, confused, slow?thinking and unable to hold a clear thought for long ?????. Months went by in that fog. I wasn’t myself anymore — I started missing days at work, losing focus, drifting away from friends and the things I ran out of
