Sixty one, Madrid, and my Sundays are not available to anyone
Posted as sunday_is_family
- Looking for
- a service dynamic that fits into a life that is already full
- Experience
- Twenty nine years, three arrangements, the last one eleven.
- Around
- the outer ring, Madrid
Every Sunday of my life there are between nine and fourteen people in my house eating lunch, and it takes until about six in the evening, and it is not negotiable. I mention it first because it is the thing that has ended two of these, and both times the person told me at the beginning that of course they understood.
Sixty one, Madrid, retired from the railways after thirty six years, dominant for twenty nine of them. Three arrangements of substance, the last of which ran eleven years and ended when she moved to be near her son.
What I want is service, formally arranged. A written agreement of what is expected. A review every few months where either of us can say it is not working. Weekday evenings and Saturday, which is a great deal of time by most standards and is apparently not enough for people who want to be thought about at all hours.
My style is old fashioned and I know how that reads. I expect to be addressed properly. I do not raise my voice, I have never needed to, and I do not think much of people who do.
There is no sexual element to what I am describing unless it grows into one much later, and I am genuinely content if it does not. Not looking for anyone under thirty five. Not looking for someone who wants to be introduced to my family, because that will not be happening, and it is not a comment on you.