Well, there weren’t knives, but there was a whip. And a paddle. And handcuffs. And a something that I didn’t recognize. It was odd looking, kind of like a collar but not. “what is that?” I asked. He chuckled a bit and said “Ball gag” BALL GAG! Alright. This is all very entertaining but what the hell is he thinking?
“So is this why you can’t find the ‘right girl’, some of these items are a little intense…Might intimidate or scare someone off you know.”
“Yes” he replied, “it’s hard to find someone with the same interests, especially these interests…I’ve been involved with women who aren’t into it and it just gets boring. This is a part of who I am”
“I can understand that” Now it made sense. Odds are his wife just isn’t into this and that’s why he’s searching elsewhere. “How did you first find out you were into this sort of thing?”
“Well… I went to a club with an ex, we were trying to save our relationship by trying something new. Turned out I was really into it, but she wasn’t.”
“That’s sad. You couldn’t work things out with her? Just because you had different sexual tastes?”
“Not long term. No. So what do you think???”
“Well. Looks…. Interesting. That’s for sure.” He smiled. “Oh this isn’t happening right now, if that’s what you are really asking. I’d need a bottle of cabernet and a shot of tequila before I would let you come within 10 feet of me with all of that!”
He frowned “Do you drink often?”
“Well not every day, but I’m single and live in this city with amazing nightlife and I enjoy myself”.
“I don’t like drinkers.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t like drinkers.” He said this again, forcefully and his eyes narrowed as he waited for my response.
“Well… any reason why? You just had a beer a moment ago so you aren’t anti-alcohol”
“I don’t like how sloppy people get. I don’t like the way women conduct themselves when drinking. It is a fundamental character flaw”
“Women? Just women?”
“Yes. Just women”.
Holy hell. For such a tiny apartment the door seemed to be 100 miles away. I need an escape route this guy is making me more uncomfortable by the second.
“So, let me understand this. You are going to sit there and judge me and tell my that my character is flawed… while you are holding a bag filled with paddles, ball gags, hand cuffs, and God knows what else??? I am not judging or criticizing you for what your ‘hobbies’ and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t judge me.” I paused for a moment and smiled “or else we won’t be able to be friends now will we?”
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