Sixty three, dominant, and looking for a household rather than an evening
Posted as garden_hours
- Looking for
- a submissive man who wants somewhere to belong
- Experience
- Thirty years, most of it in one long arrangement.
- Around
- south of the river, London
I have had one man in service to me for nineteen years. He died in the winter before last, and I am not going to pretend this post is separate from that.
Sixty three, south of the river, retired from a long career in the health service, garden bigger than I can manage since my knees went. Thirty years in this and almost none of it in public. I went to things in the eighties and nineties and then stopped, because we had what we needed at home.
What I want is not a replacement, which would be unfair to everybody. It is the same shape though: a man who wants somewhere to belong, who finds duty restful rather than humiliating, and who would come on a Saturday and be part of how the house runs.
I am old fashioned about it. Formality matters to me. So does kindness, which people think is the opposite and it is not. I am not interested in anything strenuous, in equipment, or in a man who wants to be beaten and go home. That is a perfectly good thing to want and there are people for it.
I should be honest that I am slower than I was. There is a fortnight in February when I do very little and a garden that takes over from April, and anyone in service to me would find the year has a shape whether we like it or not. Age is not a filter for me in either direction so long as you are a grown adult with your own life. What matters more is whether you can be relied upon in February, when it is dark and nothing is exciting and the bins still need doing.