I want the inspection considerably more than I want the cleaning

I can clean an apartment properly, top to bottom, in about four hours, and the cleaning is not the part I want. The part I want is the ten minutes afterwards, when somebody walks round and looks and either says it will do or points at something and makes me do it again. Without that it is only housework, and I can do housework in my own place for nothing.

Thirty three, Queens, I work in a warehouse on early shifts and I am finished by two most afternoons. One arrangement of three years, ended when she moved back to her family last year.

She inspected every single time for three years and never once got bored of it, which I now understand was work on her part rather than a pleasure. That is what I would say to any woman considering this: the inspection is the whole product, and it is the half that costs you something.

What I want is a standing weekly arrangement, domestic, with a written standard I am held to and a woman willing to be genuinely unimpressed. I take criticism well and I do not sulk, which took me until about thirty to manage.

Nothing is paid in either direction and I would end it if it were. Not looking for a woman who wants a cleaner, because a cleaner does not need looking at. Not looking for anything sexual as a condition. Not looking to be praised when it does not deserve praise, which is the one thing that would kill this for me entirely.