The only time I can answer, nobody in this city is awake
- Looking for
- somebody with strange hours, or infinite patience about slow replies
- Experience
- Three years, all of it with one person.
- Around
- the east end, Toronto
The only fifteen minutes in my day when I can reliably answer a message is between quarter past six and half past six in the morning. Nobody in this city is on their phone at quarter past six in the morning. That single fact is most of why I have got nowhere on here in eighteen months.
Twenty eight, east end. I drive on a split shift, which means I am working at both of the times of day when everybody else is scrolling, and free in the middle of the afternoon when nobody is.
Three years in this, all of it with one person, ended last autumn when she moved west for a job. Everything I know I learned from her, and I am aware that gives me a narrow education with some strange holes in it.
What I would like is somebody whose hours are also odd, or somebody who genuinely does not mind a reply arriving eleven hours later. That is the entire ask. It has never survived a chat window, because by the time I answer the conversation has cooled and the other person has reasonably concluded I was not interested.
I go both ways and I am not writing the essay about it. In practice I lead perhaps a third of the time and I am content with the ratio.
Weekday afternoons are what I have, which suits shift workers, people who work from home and people who are retired, and suits almost nobody else.