An update, sort of...

Disaster, disaster, diaster, disaster.

I’ve spent the last three weeks having a myriad of online chats and in-person meetings with potential Doms.. I didn’t want to write until I had something interesting to talk about.

I still don’t.

You cannot imagine, first of all, how many unattractive, old, violent men there are out there. My inbox is flooded with people I wouldn’t let touch me with a 65 foot pole. As for the three I mentioned before…

I met with the Preacher. Not totally unattractive, but talked with a lisp and couldn’t make eye contact with me. We spent a good hour talking in circles while he stared at the wall beside me, avoiding my gaze at all costs. Pass. 

I almost met with the Professor, but we were both an hour late and, upon my request that we reschedule, he got angry and gave me a guilt trip. Pass.

I met with the Stranger. He was at least twenty pounds heavier than his photo, sweated profusely, and was incredibly obnoxious. Pass, pass, pass.

Why is it so hard to find a cute, smart, funny guy who wants to tie me up and slap me around?

I was still holding onto hope for Jordan to come through, but his message was so short:

“Hope you’re well. 

you’re very pretty and I like your voice. Let’s grab a drink. Speak soon,

Jordan”

I messaged him back, asking what he had in mind and when I hadn’t heard from him in a week,  I messaged him again:

“Sounds like a great plan. Looking forward to it.” 

He waited about a day before getting back to me.

“I moved last week and am still looking for a new place. Sad as it sounds, I’m staying at my parent’s house while they’re out of town. Will probably be moving to my friend’s couch in a few days while I keep looking. I get off work tonight at 11:30 – I know it’s late, but feel like a rendevous?

J”

I waited until the following day and said no, but asked for a raincheck. There’s no way I’m trekking out to a middle of nowhere bar at midnight to meet some strange guy who wants to slap me around–no matter how much I might like it. Here’s hoping he’ll take me up, though, since it’s been another whole week since I’ve heard from him.

Boring. Boring. I’m bored.