People on the members' side know who I am. They quote me at each other. Not one of them has ever seen me, because everything that platform is actually built around happens between seven and eleven at night, and I am at work between seven and eleven at night, four nights out of seven, most weeks of the year.
Thirty four, north of the river, submissive, five years in. I work in a control room. It is not glamorous and it is not going to change, because the money is the reason I can afford to live in this city at all.
The joining model rewards attendance and the swiping model rewards being awake at nine in the evening, so I fail both in the same way for the same reason. What I have instead is a great deal of writing and a reputation made entirely of paragraphs, which is a strange thing to be and lonelier than it sounds.
What I want is somebody whose life has a similar shape, or who simply does not mind mine. Ongoing rather than occasional, structured, with contact by message on the nights and something real on the two days I have. I am reliable to the point of dullness and I have never once cancelled on anybody.
Not looking for anyone who will call my hours a phase, which has happened twice. Not looking for anything that has to happen on a Friday. And not looking for a dominant who needs an audience, because I cannot be one and I am not going to apologise for it.