A year of the paid tier did not make this city any bigger
- Looking for
- the thing a subscription does not buy, which is somebody reading properly
- Experience
- Four years, one dynamic of seven months.
- Around
- Didsbury, Manchester
I paid for a year of the upper tier. Unlimited likes, the boost, the panel showing who had already liked me. In a city this size, unlimited likes means being able to like everybody, which I had already effectively done, and the panel turned out to contain twenty two people, of whom two answered when I wrote.
That was the useful part, in a bleak sort of way. It proved the problem was not that nobody could see me. It was that my profile said nothing. I had written it to be acceptable to everybody instead of clear to anybody and then polished it for two years in the wrong direction.
Thirty, Didsbury, submissive, four years in.
So here is the clear version. I want a dominant who is genuinely paying attention, by which I mean the kind who remembers what I said about my mother in April and asks about it in July. Structure matters. Correction matters. Titles, equipment and anybody's intensity matter to me not at all. I am at my best with small daily rules and worst when somebody vanishes for a week and expects to resume.
Not looking for a first conversation that is a menu. Not looking to be assessed. Not looking for anybody who wants to joke about the money, because the joke was that I thought the problem was outside me.