An hour past the ring road, and the last train governs my life
Posted as last_train_out
- Looking for
- a dominant who plans an evening backwards from when I have to leave
- Experience
- Four years, three short things, all of them killed by the timetable.
- Around
- a satellite town, an hour out, Moscow
There is a moment in every evening where I look at my watch and everybody else in the room is annoyed with me. I have had that moment perhaps forty times. It has ended three things that were otherwise going well, and it will end this one too if you cannot get your head around it.
Thirty five, submissive man, an hour out past the ring road in a town I will not name because there are about nine of us out here and we all read this. I work in a warehouse. My mornings start early enough that staying in the city is not a solution unless it is a Friday.
So: Fridays and Saturdays I am genuinely free and can be anywhere. Weekday evenings I can be in the centre by seven and I have to be moving by half past ten, and no amount of goodwill changes that arithmetic.
What I would like is something ongoing and unhurried. Someone who says at the start of the evening, right, you leave at half ten, and then builds the evening to fit rather than being irritated by it at the end of it. That single small courtesy would put you ahead of everybody I have met so far.
I am steady, I am not much of a talker, and I do what I say I will do. Not looking for anything spontaneous. Not looking for a dominant who wants to see me three times a week. Not looking for someone who says the distance is fine and then, in week six, discovers that it is not.