Four words is all I ask when you decide to stop
- Looking for
- something ongoing and structured, with terms we revise after a month
- Experience
- Nine years, one dynamic of four years that ended properly.
- Around
- the 905, Toronto
Four people have disappeared on me mid arrangement. Not at the message stage, which is ordinary and I have no complaint about it. After meeting, after agreeing terms, once in the middle of a week where I was checking in every morning. Unmatched, gone, no sentence anywhere.
I have stopped taking it personally and started building around it. Now, in the first exchange, I say the same thing to everybody. If you decide this is not for you, send me four words. You do not owe me a reason and I will not argue with it. Four words.
About half the people I say that to find it strange. The other half thank me, which tells me they have been on the wrong end of it as well.
Thirty seven, dominant, out in the 905, nine years in. Two dynamics, one of four years that ended properly and one of eleven months that ended in exactly the manner described above.
I want something ongoing and structured. Weekly at a minimum, tasks in between, and a written agreement that we both revise after the first month, because the first version is always wrong in at least two places.
There is a house out here with a basement and no shared walls, and I will drive in at a weekend without complaining. Weeknights inbound are hard and I would rather say so now than cancel on you twice in October.