I went on a blind date while in the UK. I met him online, and we chatted freely. We talked on the phone and really got on. So we arranged to meet in a pub local to me. I texted him asking what drink I should get him if I arrived first. He said ‘Pimms’
‘Are you serious?’ I asked.
‘Oh yes’ he replied.
I let it pass and as it turned out, he got to the pub first. I walked through the garden to where he was sat…a single guy in a pub garden on a Wednesday night kinda stands out as waiting for someone. He was attractive but there was something about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t that I felt unsafe. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to him, I was.
We chatted about allsorts of thing and then he started talking about his love of a certain type of car. Then it hit me.
Suddenly I was very aware of what it was about him that felt wrong.
He was the spitting image of my Dad the day he married my mum.
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- This blog is about my experiences of getting back into the BDSM scene after thirteen years away from it. I believe in SSC – Safe, Sane and Consensual, therefore I am keeping my identity to myself to protect those who trust me enough to be under my boot. I believe sex is something you never forget, you just have to get your balance back under control. All names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
2 comments:
Eeewww! I know what you mean, I had a playmate last year who made me uncomfortable for a reason I couldn't quite put my finger on .. then I realised she reminded me of my sister. Eeewww!
Scary isn't it and yet there is something so familiar about them that it is relaxing.
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