An hour out of step with this city, and it decides everything
Posted as an_hour_behind
- Looking for
- a submissive out this way, or one who knows what the journey costs
- Experience
- Fourteen years, one long dynamic, several shorter ones.
- Around
- the south of the city, Madrid
Every conversation I have here arrives at the same two discoveries, in the same order. First, that I am an hour out of step with whoever I am writing to, which sounds trivial and quietly ruins every evening. Second, that I am not fifteen minutes away, I am an hour and two changes, and the metro has a timetable and a habit of shutting at exactly the hour people in this city decide to go out.
Thirty eight, Madrid, dominant, fourteen years. I live where I live because I was born here and because I am not going to pay what the middle of this city costs. The pool out my way is small. I know most of it and I have history with some of it, which in a district this size is unavoidable and which everybody handles with more grace than people from the centre expect.
What I want is a long dynamic with somebody who is either out here, or who is genuinely prepared to build the journey into their week rather than talking about it. Two of my shorter dynamics were with people on the far side of the city and both of them died in the gap between enthusiasm and an actual Tuesday.
I lead through routine and expectation. Daily contact, tasks, a standard held. That part travels perfectly well. The rest of it does not travel at all and I have stopped pretending otherwise.
I am direct, I am not cold, and I would rather have a short honest exchange that ends in no than a long warm one that ends in nothing.