What Are You Waiting For?

You’ve been here for a while, haven’t you?

Watching quietly from the sidelines. Liking the occasional photo. Reading my newsletter. Scrolling through my words like you’re reading a story you secretly wish you were part of.

You’ve clicked through to my website. Read every page. Imagined what it would be like to finally meet me. But you hesitate. You chicken out. You tell yourself, “Not yet.”

So I have to ask…

What are you waiting for?

Are you waiting for a “better” time? A time when life is less hectic? When your schedule magically clears, or when you feel more confident, more deserving, more ready?

Are you waiting for a moment when booking me will feel perfectly logical, justifiable, easy to explain?

Because here’s the truth: that moment doesn’t exist. Not for something this good.

What I offer isn’t something that fits neatly into a checklist or rational decision. It’s not a “should.” It’s a want. A longing. A spark that doesn’t play by the rules of convenience.

Those who do reach out always say the same thing afterward:

“I wish I had done this sooner.”

Because the second we meet, the nerves fall away. The tension melts. And all that’s left is something deeply personal. Warm. Passionate. Electric.

If you are waiting for some kind of sign, this is it. I give you permission. Permission to finally allow yourself to have what you want. To stop wondering and start experiencing. To let the fantasy come to life — not in pixels and posts, but in breath and skin and eye contact and connection.

So again, I’ll ask you…

What are you waiting for?

My time is precious. So is yours. I reserve my energy for those ready to make something unforgettable. For men who aren't afraid to take what they want. If you’ve been watching from the wings, maybe it’s time to step into the scene. I don’t bite. Unless asked. Reach out. Treat yourself. You deserve it.