I'm 'resurrecting' this thread to let you know of an experience of mine between the last time I posted and now.
I'm on OLD. It is a soul-destroying prospect if you want neither a) to settle down into domestic bliss, or b) a FWB. I thought I met one man who was happy to consider the possibility of a close relationship but living separately.
As it turns out, I put the kibosh on it today because when I told him (yet again, for about the third time), that I was not going to stay the night with him, he went from dropping hints about bringing my toothbrush; to feigning ignorance when I suggested he was gunning for a fuck; to coming clean and saying that's what he wanted; to saying he understood where my boundary lay, and that there were no expectations; to then telling me I wouldn't be able to stop him from kissing me; to saying that he couldn't bear the thought of spending the night alone. This text conversation lasted all of - oh - 10 minutes?
This, after a very clearly-worded profile (that, I now realise, few if any men read), and a very clear conversation I had with him the first time we met.
And we'd only met once, ffs! ONCE! The level of projection and fantasy is breathtaking. I despair of finding someone mature enough to exercise impulse control and respect boundaries.
face-fucking-palm