Three photographs, no history, and every answer slightly off. I have learned
- Looking for
- a real person, verified in whatever way suits you
- Experience
- Eight years, two dynamics, one very expensive lesson in trust.
- Around
- South Beach, Miami
In a city where everybody is new, the ordinary signals of a real person are missing, and the people who take advantage of that know it. I have been caught once properly and nearly caught twice more. The pattern is always the same: three photographs that look professional, a story with no boring parts in it, and answers that are warm but never quite land on the question you asked.
Thirty nine, dominant woman, I work in shipping, South Beach, eight years in this and a good deal more careful than I was.
So I ask for a short video call before anything else, and I do one myself in the same conversation, because asking somebody to prove themselves while hiding is not something I am willing to do. Two minutes, no expectations, faces on. Nearly everybody agrees immediately. The ones who cannot are always about to be somewhere with bad signal.
If that sounds cold, I would rather be cold than be the woman explaining to her sister why she sent money to a stranger. Beyond that I am warm, patient and quite funny, and what I am looking for is a submissive who wants a real ongoing structure rather than an evening. Local, please, and settled here. I have no energy left for building something with somebody whose flight is already booked.