I traded two hours a day for a place I could afford and I am done pretending
Posted as two_hours_each_way
- Looking for
- somebody out this way, or somebody who understands a written week
- Experience
- Seven years, one dynamic that ran on a train for two of them.
- Around
- the west, Sydney
Two hours each way, four days a week. That is what it costs me to work in the city and live somewhere I can afford. I made the trade with my eyes open and I would like to stop pretending it has no consequences for anything else.
Thirty five, the west, submissive, seven years in. By the time I get home on a weeknight I am not capable of being anybody's anything. That is not a mood, it is arithmetic about the hours in a day, and the last two people treated it as an obstacle I would eventually push through for the right person.
So: somebody out this way, or somebody who accepts that our thing happens at weekends and in writing during the week. The second option has worked before. I had a dynamic that ran almost entirely by message from a train for two years and it was one of the better ones I have had.
What I want is structure, tasks, and a dominant who is genuinely interested in the ordinary parts of my week rather than in an evening every so often.
Not looking for anybody in the eastern suburbs. It is nothing personal, it is a map. Not looking for anything that needs me in the city on a Wednesday night. Not looking to be told that people make it work, because I know they do, and I have watched exactly how much of the making it work lands on whoever lives furthest out.