Wanted: A Partner in Love, Life, and Semi-Off-Grid Shenanigans

Hey there, future co-pilot in chaos,
I’m a 40-year-old man on a mission to find someone equally unhinged in their dream of trading in the 9-to-5 grind for a life of chickens, compost, and questionable DIY projects. I’m tall (6’2”, so I’ll handle the top shelves), light-skinned, mixed, and rocking an “average with a side of dad bod” build. My smile might not stop traffic, but it’s heartfelt—and honestly, heartfelt is more important than symmetrical, right?

Here’s the deal: I’m not here for perfect. I’m here for real. The kind of real that appreciates authenticity, laughs at my bad jokes, and is ready to dive headfirst into a life where “weekend plans” mean planting an orchard, arguing over chicken coop designs, and naming goats after pop culture icons.

When I’m not dreaming of our semi-off-grid paradise, I’m in the kitchen whipping up something delicious or in the garden trying to coax life out of stubborn soil. I love cooking, R&B, hip-hop, and Turkish bops (yes, Tarkan is a lifestyle, not a phase). I’m an atheist, but I believe in kindness, compassion, and making the most of the here and now—preferably with a drink in hand and you by my side.

Let’s get real for a second: I’ve been through some stuff (who hasn’t?). Life’s left a few scars, but they’ve taught me to appreciate what matters—loyalty, humor, and a willingness to embrace life’s beautiful mess. If you can flirt, roast, and laugh your way through awkward moments and chicken escape attempts, we’re already halfway there.

Now, about this homesteading dream: You don’t need to know how to milk a cow or start a fire (YouTube exists for a reason), but you do need to love the idea of a life where we swap Netflix binges for stargazing and trade takeout for homegrown tomatoes. Oh, and animals—they’ll be non-negotiable members of our little family, so I hope you’re down for fur, feathers, and the occasional “what did the cat drag in?” moment.

If you’re someone who can laugh through life’s hiccups, has a soft spot for plants and playlists, and isn’t afraid of a little dirt (both literal and metaphorical), let’s talk. Life’s too short for perfect timing or perfect people—let’s start building our imperfectly perfect forever, one chicken coop at a time.

Hello Osman! Your post caught my eye As someone who grew up in Istanbul, I wondered about your upbringing based on your name and references to the culture in your post. I have been homesteading in Vermont for over a decade now, and growing my own food since I was 17. Curious where you are located or would like to locate?

With your name I'm curious why you grew up in Istanbul. Diplomat brat or military? Do you speak Turkish? How long were you there?
I’m in the Bay Area, CA—land of avocado toast and rent that makes you cry in the shower. And yeah, California is hella expensive, so I’m plotting my escape eventually. I’m guessing that’s what you were asking? Oh, and mad respect for surviving my long-winded post—true endurance right there.