I keep beautiful company and a small calendar.

Some men announce themselves. I do not.

I come from rooms where beauty is treated as a serious matter. Quiet galleries after hours. Tables that last too long. Cities I have learned by walking them at night. I read more than I talk. I notice the seam of a jacket, the way a woman holds her glass, the pause a couple makes before they tell the truth.

I am sensual by nature. Not theatrical. Not in a rush to prove it. Desire, to me, is a temperature. I take it slowly. I listen with my hands and with my attention. When the night asks to be led, I lead. When it asks to be held, I hold it. I do not perform for the cheap seat and I do not explain myself to people who were only browsing.

I have lived around serious taste. Quiet rooms. Long distances. I dress for the evening. I stay for what the evening becomes. Discretion is part of the pleasure. So is patience.

I am interested in the woman who already takes care of herself and still wants to be met. I am interested in the couple who have a private language and want a third note in it, not a wrecking ball.

If you need a menu, you will not find one here. What I offer is a private stretch of time with a man who takes the craft seriously and leaves the rest unnamed. Those who know, know.