Out at the far end of the city, where everything is a long way home
Posted as last_train_back
- Looking for
- people already out here, or people who would come to us properly
- Experience
- Together twenty three years, in this for six, self taught.
- Around
- the outer ring, Madrid
In six years of trying we have met three people in this, and one of them has since left the city. That is the whole story and everything else in this post is a consequence of it.
We are fifty three and fifty six, together twenty three years, out where the last stop is. We came for work and stayed for the obvious reasons. What we did not think about was that everything in this happens in the middle of Madrid and begins at an hour when we are already at home, because the last train back to us goes before most people here have finished eating.
She is submissive, I am not particularly anything, and I have found over six years that what I enjoy is arranging things and watching them happen rather than doing them. That took a while to say out loud.
What we want is to know other people here. Just that, initially. There is no scene we have been able to find and we are not sure whether that is because there is not one or because we have not been let in.
We are entirely happy to talk to people in the middle of the city who would come out to us occasionally, and we are conscious that most of the replies to a post like this will suggest we come in instead, at eleven, on a Thursday. We are discreet. Everybody on our street has known everybody else for thirty years, so discretion is not a preference, it is simply how anybody sensible lives.