Every visitor to my building is written in a book, with the time
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- Looking for
- someone with their own place and no curiosity about mine
- Experience
- Three years, one short dynamic, entirely conducted elsewhere.
- Around
- the centre, Rio de Janeiro
Name, flat number, time in, time out. It is a perfectly ordinary building and a perfectly ordinary book and the man at the desk is kind and has known me for six years and misses absolutely nothing.
Twenty nine, near the centre, submissive, three years in. My mother's cousin lives on the fourth floor, which I mention so that the level of caution stops looking neurotic and starts looking like arithmetic.
What it means is simple and inconvenient. I cannot host, ever. Anybody I meet needs their own place, and I know that puts the whole practical weight on one person and I am not pretending otherwise. I will come to you, I will be on time, and I will not turn it into a production.
What I want is a long structured dynamic with somebody patient. My experience is small: one thing that lasted four months and ended because we were both new and neither of us knew how to say what we wanted. I read a great deal and I am aware that reading is not the same as knowing.
I am chatty and I ask too many questions and I would like to be friends for a while first, which everybody here says and I actually mean. Not looking for a person who will suggest we could be quiet about it. Not looking for anybody who wants to know exactly where I live before we have met. Not looking to be rushed through the first month.