57. Divorced. Six feet tall. Sagittarius—fire sign, blunt, hates cages. Licensed realtor—two states. Handyman—fix anything in my house. Own my house, own my car. Talkative, funny, bilingual—Arabic and English. Smoke cigarettes and 420. No more kids. No bars, no bullshit. Two brains: one American—politics, finance, sarcasm on tap. One Egyptian—culture, history, religion, sarcasm on steroids. They bicker. I win. No fake anything—especially no fake body parts on a woman. No implants, no fillers, no drama. Love quiet nights: movies, music, coffee... I cook (shawarma included), green thumb—my cucumbers are sexier than most people. And yeah—I like a woman who'll follow my lead. Submissive. Not 'yes dear,' just... chill. No yelling. No power trips. Marriage is my endgame. If you're real, low-key, sharp, and can handle a Sagittarius who'll roast you, then roll a joint... let's stay in. Talk. Laugh. See if forever fits.