u/AggressivelyAwkward

They deserve at least a few stories that start with, “So… this is how we met.”
I’m 37, living in South Florida, and hoping to meet the woman who’ll make deleting this account feel like the best decision I ever made.
A little about me: I have a master’s degree, a full-time career, and a habit of showing I care by cooking for people, fixing things around the house, and making sure everyone else is taken care of before myself. If your bookshelf is overflowing, your latest DIY project got a little out of hand, or you think homemade food tastes better because someone made it for you, we’ll probably get along.
I’m looking for someone kind, affectionate, and excited about building a life together. I’d love to find my forever teammate—the person who’ll laugh with me over burnt cookies, debate what color to paint the guest room, and one day help create the tiny humans who’ll inevitably groan every time we tell the story of how we met.
Bonus points if you’ll let me dramatically say, “I knew it from the first message,” even if you left me on read for a day.
If you’re searching for something genuine and believe the best love stories are still waiting to be written, send me a message. Worst case, we trade book recommendations. Best case, we give our future kids exactly the kind of embarrassingly adorable origin story they’ll pretend to hate.

They deserve at least a few stories that start with, “So… this is how we met.”
I’m 37, living in South Florida, and hoping to meet the woman who’ll make deleting this account feel like the best decision I ever made.
A little about me: I have a master’s degree, a full-time career, and a habit of showing I care by cooking for people, fixing things around the house, and making sure everyone else is taken care of before myself. If your bookshelf is overflowing, your latest DIY project got a little out of hand, or you think homemade food tastes better because someone made it for you, we’ll probably get along.
I’m looking for someone kind, affectionate, and excited about building a life together. I’d love to find my forever teammate—the person who’ll laugh with me over burnt cookies, debate what color to paint the guest room, and one day help create the tiny humans who’ll inevitably groan every time we tell the story of how we met.
Bonus points if you’ll let me dramatically say, “I knew it from the first message,” even if you left me on read for a day.
If you’re searching for something genuine and believe the best love stories are still waiting to be written, send me a message. Worst case, we trade book recommendations. Best case, we give our future kids exactly the kind of embarrassingly adorable origin story they’ll pretend to hate.

They deserve at least a few stories that start with, “So… this is how we met.”
I’m 37, living in South Florida, and hoping to meet the woman who’ll make deleting this account feel like the best decision I ever made.
A little about me: I have a master’s degree, a full-time career, and a habit of showing I care by cooking for people, fixing things around the house, and making sure everyone else is taken care of before myself. If your bookshelf is overflowing, your latest DIY project got a little out of hand, or you think homemade food tastes better because someone made it for you, we’ll probably get along.
I’m looking for someone kind, affectionate, and excited about building a life together. I’d love to find my forever teammate—the person who’ll laugh with me over burnt cookies, debate what color to paint the guest room, and one day help create the tiny humans who’ll inevitably groan every time we tell the story of how we met.
Bonus points if you’ll let me dramatically say, “I knew it from the first message,” even if you left me on read for a day.
If you’re searching for something genuine and believe the best love stories are still waiting to be written, send me a message. Worst case, we trade book recommendations. Best case, we give our future kids exactly the kind of embarrassingly adorable origin story they’ll pretend to hate.

They deserve at least a few stories that start with, “So… this is how we met.”
I’m 37, living in South Florida, and hoping to meet the woman who’ll make deleting dating app accounts feel like the best decision I ever made.
A little about me: I have a master’s degree, a full-time career, and a habit of showing I care by cooking for people, fixing things around the house, and making sure everyone else is taken care of before myself. If your bookshelf is overflowing, your latest DIY project got a little out of hand, or you think homemade food tastes better because someone made it for you, we’ll probably get along.
I’m looking for someone kind, affectionate, and excited about building a life together. I’d love to find my forever teammate—the person who’ll laugh with me over burnt cookies, debate what color to paint the guest room, and one day help create the tiny humans who’ll inevitably groan every time we tell the story of how we met.
Bonus points if you’ll let me dramatically say, “I knew it from the first message,” even if you left me on read for a day.
If you’re searching for something genuine and believe the best love stories are still waiting to be written, send me a message. Worst case, we trade book recommendations. Best case, we give our future kids exactly the kind of embarrassingly adorable origin story they’ll pretend to hate.

Living in south Florida, we have a shallow well only for irrigation. It’s been a while but I think it’s a 2in line and feeds into a 1 1/2hp well pump with digital manifold for the zones. Since it’s the summer, I kinda expected water to be limited but I noticed earlier today that my pop up sprinklers were barely out of the housing.

I doubt there’s a break in the line/zone so my guess is either: 1) the pump is wearing out (\~5 year old) or 2) the shallow well is dry/compromised. I can’t really dig a new well, I’d like to save the $500 bill for the new pump if possible, and really don’t want to use city water for irrigation but what are my options to start pinpointing my issue? We don’t really do maintenance on any of the equipment (first time we owned a well pump) so idk if we dropped the ball and there are preventative measures we can take.

Living in south Florida, we have a shallow well only for irrigation. It’s been a while but I think it’s a 2in line and feeds into a 1 1/2hp well pump with digital manifold for the zones. Since it’s the summer, I kinda expected water to be limited but I noticed earlier today that my pop up sprinklers were barely out of the housing.

I doubt there’s a break in the line/zone so my guess is either: 1) the pump is wearing out (~5 year old) or 2) the shallow well is dry/compromised. I can’t really dig a new well, I’d like to save the $500 bill for the new pump if possible, and really don’t want to use city water for irrigation but what are my options to start pinpointing my issue? We don’t really do maintenance on any of the equipment (first time we owned a well pump) so idk if we dropped the ball and there are preventative measures we can take.

First and foremost, I’m too cowardly to do anything myself so no trigger warnings or anything like that. Even though my life insurance and benefits will pay out more than I’m currently worth, I know that isn’t an option.

I’m just worn out. I’m so tired of it all. I’ve failed in my professional life working a job I hate and hates me. I’ve failed in my personal life being an absolute loner that craves being a husband and father. I’ve failed everything.

I’ve always been the good son. The strong older brother everyone can rely on. But the facade is slipping. I can no longer fake it till I can make it. I haven’t made it. I can’t fake it anymore. I can’t do anything anymore. I wish I was a robot that can just turn off my brain because I expect more from my life.

Idk. I lay here in the darkness of my bed looking at the ceiling hoping that I don’t wake because tomorrow will just be more painful than today. But I will and I’ll have to get up and face it because that’s what a man does.

I want to break something. I want to scream into the void. I want…to do nothing and become nothing. Vaporize. Turn to dust. Become forgotten. Because I already am nothing.

Currently have a home loan with 80k remaining at around 4% interest rate that is valued at 350k. Would it make sense to get a second mortgage for the difference to buy a second home? Is this feasible? Any drawbacks to consider?

(The first home will remain with family who will take over the mortgage but my name will remain. The second home will be my primary residence.)

Alright, let’s skip the “hey” and get straight to it
I’m 37, in South Florida, and I’m looking for something real: love, m-word, kids… and someone who can keep up with a little sarcasm along the way.
I’m the kind of guy who will:
Roast you lightly, then kiss your forehead 10 seconds later
Steal your fries and act like it’s a personality trait
Remember the random little things you said 3 weeks ago
Actually communicate instead of disappearing like a magician
I like staying active (currently getting back into a solid routine), getting out of the house, but I’m also a big fan of nights in where we pretend we’ll watch something… and don’t.
You:
Can flirt back (this is important—I’m not carrying the banter alone 😄)
Don’t take yourself too seriously
Want something real, not a pen pal or a situationship
See m-word and kids as part of the plan, not a “maybe someday”
Physical attraction matters (obviously), but if you’ve got great energy, a quick wit, and a little bit of attitude—in a good way—you’re already ahead.
If you think you can out-tease me (you probably can’t, but I respect the confidence), send a message. Bonus points if you open with something better than “hey”… but I’ll allow it if you’re charming about it.