No photograph, because a good share of this queue would recognise me
- Looking for
- a dominant who can build trust across a table rather than in an album
- Experience
- Nine years, two long dynamics, both private.
- Around
- the city centre, Manchester
There is no face on my profile and there will not be. That is not modesty. It is that my job puts me in front of a great many people in this city every week and a fair number of the profiles in my own queue would recognise me instantly. Two people have called me a fake account for it, one in a first message, which saved us both a fortnight.
Forty three, the city centre, submissive, nine years in, two long dynamics that nobody outside them ever knew about.
What I offer instead of an album is speed in the other direction. I will meet you early, somewhere public, in daylight, and I am considerably more open across a table than I have ever been in a chat window. A table leaves nothing behind.
What I want after that is an arrangement with a shape. Standing expectations, a real rhythm, a review every so often where either of us can say it is not working.
Not looking for anybody who treats caution as a puzzle to be solved with charm. Not looking to be seen out anywhere. Not looking for a person who needs reassuring that the discretion is not about them, because it genuinely is not, and I can only say that convincingly once.