Two hours a day in the car already, so I am careful
Looking for somebody near enough that seeing him is not another commute
I spend two hours a day in the car getting to and from work, and I have done for six years. By the time I get home the last thing I have in me is another drive, and that single fact has decided more about this than any preference I could describe.
What it means is that I have said no to a great many perfectly nice men because they were on the other side of the county. It is not fussiness. It is that I know exactly what I will feel like at six on a Thursday and I would rather not sign up for something I will resent.
Thirty seven, the Orange County side, married ten years, three of them like this. One man in that time, for about eighteen months, who lived twelve minutes from my office and who I therefore actually saw.
My husband knows everything, does not attend, and hears about it the following morning.
We can host and I would rather host than go anywhere. Not looking for anyone more than about half an hour from me, which I know is restrictive and which is the honest version. Not looking for anyone who wants to meet in the middle every time, since the middle is still a drive. Not looking for anyone who needs a late evening.
Before the first drink Replying goes through the connected platform, so nothing about you is shared until you decide to share it. Take contact slowly and keep identifying details back until trust is earned. Meet somewhere public the first time, with your own way home from it, and if you are a couple then go together. Tell someone outside it where you are going. Never send money to someone you have not met. And if a post or a reply reads wrong, flag it rather than talking yourself out of the feeling.
Before you answer a post like this
She is searching with a partner who agreed to it, so read the label carefully before you read anything else.
- Cuckold, hotwife, stag and vixen: the vocabulary map
- She comes with a partner. Vet both of them
- The first meeting: a drink, all three of you