Ok. I wrote a long ass post. But I think I can trim it down here.

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I'm looking to engage in a long term. Let me describe that. Since apparently people have different definitions for it.

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Assuming mutual values and interests, this would go on for several years. Meaning if you want something short term, or worse, one time, we will be dramatically incompatible. If you want, you can ignore that and try anyway, maybe you'll be the exception.

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I need the strings. If you're just some lonely bored person that needs attention from anyone with a pulse, I will not like you. I will leave. IF you're someone who is selective. Discerning, as I am, maybe we can fulfill what I hope is our mutual goal.

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Of finding someone we can build something fun and ongoing with. Going to the movies. Working in a garden. Going on trips. Sitting. Whatever it is that we want to do. We do together. Support. Effort. Care.

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My friend said that my posts sound like I'm looking for something casual and it frustrates me, because the only alternative is to swing all the way to the other side, and be on some weirdo shit talking about marrying a fucking stranger. Which is fucking wild, and has never, will never, can never be me. I'm accutely aware of the fact that I know. None of you. So. We start. Where we are. AS strangers. And grow into something. More. Nothing less.

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And. I mean. I didn't mention sex once, I must be asexual. Thats immediately how people think here. Its fucking wild. again. The stranger thing. I don't know you. At all. Not even a little. I don't even know how most of you look out the gate. That is not a starting point for me. That is not. Step 1. Maybe we get to know each other. Our genitals get moist and hard and like we fucking fuck. But again. Out the gate? No. Pass. Not interested.