Accepted a new job in NYC. Moving.

Sorry, FLA. Hello, NYC.

Back from a two day out-of-state business trip and happy to see the email in my inbox. Even a few new faces. How exciting.

Needed to get a run in this morning but rain has forced a re-calculation.

Have plenty of keyboard work to do this morning anyway.

Look, whores. Don't lie to me.

You won't get away with it. I'm smarter and stronger than you are so don't waste my time and don't bother telling me bullshit.

If you're good looking, know who you are and what you need, I am sure I'd be happy to know you. If you're not, that's ok. Just be who you are and don't lie.

How hard is that?

Ran 1.5 miles on Sunday then did 15 flights of stairs.

Staying in shape for the end or the world. Or a decent Saturday night. Whichever comes first.

What is it with girls who think they want to be submissive?

Shut the fuck up already. Stop crying.

I will run you. But I won't fix you. If you can't get your shit together on your own don't expect me, or any man, to do it for you.

Subs like to say submission is a gift. It is, I get it. Would you give me something broken? Something I need to put together? A puzzle with missing pieces? No. You'd be embarrassed.

And you should be.

You don't need to have all the answers, but know who the fuck you are before crawling to me. I won't figure you out for you. That's not my job.

And while I'm at it, if your profile starts with or includes "I was searching for x but I've given up and now I want y" - don't bother. You clearly are just lonely and don't know what you want. You're fucking lost. Don't come to me to ask me to find you.

You need a reason to cry? I'll give you a reason to cry. Seriously, get bent.