This phone gets handed round a kitchen most evenings, so nothing shows on it
- Looking for
- patience with somebody whose replies arrive late and in a batch
- Experience
- Four years, one dynamic of a year.
- Around
- Salford, Manchester
My phone gets passed around. Somebody wants to see a photograph, somebody wants the recipe, somebody wants to look something up because their own battery has gone. That is what living in a full house is like and I would not change it. It does mean that nothing on this device announces itself.
No notifications, no badge, no previews, the app renamed and buried behind its own lock. I answer in the evening, once, from a room with a door, and I have been read as evasive for it more than once.
Thirty five, Salford, submissive, four years in, one dynamic of a year that ended when he moved for work.
What I want is a dominant who understands that discretion is sometimes just a description of a household. Things I do rather than things I send. A check in that does not need me to be alone, because I am not often alone. Standing expectations that survive a house full of people.
Not looking for anybody who needs a reply within the hour. Not looking to be asked for photographs I would have to take in a house with four other adults in it. Not looking for a person who reads caution as evidence that there is somebody I am hiding, because there is not, there is just a kitchen.