I have given myself a year. One platform, chosen deliberately, no others, and if nothing real has happened by next spring I will stop doing this online entirely and accept whatever the offline version of my life turns out to be. I am telling you the terms because they are the most honest thing in this advert.
Forty three, south east, dominant, seventeen years in. The reason for the deadline is that I spent four years spread thinly across every kind of platform there is, and the effect was not more chances. It was a permanent low grade sense of standing in a queue that never moves. I would rather have one small real disappointment than another year of that.
What I want is unremarkable and specific. A submissive woman who wants an ongoing arrangement with structure in it. A fixed evening, standing expectations that apply on ordinary days, correction that is verbal, and a written agreement we actually revisit. I am at my best over years and fairly unimpressive in a first month.
Not looking for anybody who wants to be swept off her feet, because I am not going to do that. Not looking for a correspondence that never becomes a meeting, which is precisely what the last four years mostly produced.
And if you are also near the end of your own patience with all this, say so. We can be plain with each other about the odds, which would be a novelty.