My flat has no air conditioning, so from December I am no use
Posted as no_air_conditioning
- Looking for
- somebody who understands that four months of the year I disappear
- Experience
- Five years, two dynamics, one of which never survived a summer.
- Around
- the south zone, Rio de Janeiro
There is a fan in every room and none of it helps. From the middle of December until some point in March my flat is somewhere between thirty and thirty five degrees at midnight, and everything I might want to do in it becomes physically impossible.
Thirty one, south zone, submissive, five years. I say this at the top because two summers ago somebody decided my sudden lack of enthusiasm in January was about him. It was not about him. It was about the fact that I was lying on tiles at two in the morning trying to sleep.
So the honest offer is nine months of a person and three months of somebody who will still write to you every day and will not be doing anything else. If you can host somewhere cool, that changes the arithmetic completely and I would happily come to you.
What I want the rest of the year is structure. Rules about my week, things I report on, someone who notices when I have let something slide. I am at my best when I have been given a shape and my worst when left to invent one.
Not looking for anyone who thinks the heat is an excuse rather than a fact of the building I live in. Not looking for anything involving leather or a lot of layers, for reasons I hope are now obvious. Not looking for a person who needs the summer to look the same as the winter.