Two hundred and six matches, three conversations, no meetings
- Looking for
- somebody willing to agree a day inside the first week
- Experience
- Four years, two short dynamics, both fizzled rather than ended.
- Around
- the east end, Toronto
Two hundred and six matches. Three conversations that lasted more than a day. No meetings. That is my year on here written out plainly, and I have stopped pretending the number at the top is a good sign.
Thirty four, submissive, east end, nurse. Four years in and reasonably clear about what I am. The matching part is easy and I am told the profile reads well. What happens afterwards is a slow rot: a message, a reply, a gap, a photograph of somebody's dog, then a fortnight in which neither of us admits it is over.
A lot of people here are collecting rather than looking. There is nothing wrong with that exactly, but it is not what I am doing, and the two are indistinguishable from the outside until about day nine.
So I am going to propose something rude. If we match, I would like to agree a day inside the first week. Not commit to anything. An hour, daylight, somewhere with other people in it. If that is too fast, I would honestly rather know now, because a slow no costs me a month and I have spent six of them that way.
Twelve hour shifts, three or four a week, on a pattern that changes monthly, so I cannot promise you evenings. I can promise that I answer, that I say so when I am not interested, and that I will never leave you rereading a conversation that ended without anybody saying it had.