Give me an asshat and I know exactly what to do. What I find truly disarming is a man who is nice. Talkative. Able to match my banter.
The evening began as usual. Now don’t be shocked kids, but sometimes I visit fetish clubs. I’m probably the only main av who does so openly without being forced in on a leash. My close friends aren’t surprised. *Turn off highlight transparent, Ely!*
So, I’m standing around people watching when the IMs start.
Master Wannabee: “Are you into BDSM?”
Me: “What’s that?”
Master Neverbeen: “What are you looking for, slut?”
Me: “The exit.”
MasteringFrom MamasBasement: “You are now my slave.”
And then. You find someone you can actually speak to. Someone equally playful.
Master OMGandRawr: “Insert intelligent dialog … ”
Me: Insert dork seizure and lip diddling …
You see, I don’t know what to do when someone is nice. Interesting. Engages me in an intelligent way. For every point, a counterpoint. An erotic mental dual that leaves me all mush.
Bitterness is easy. Letting down my guard, I don’t know. History says bad, bad move, always. For the moment I will smile to myself and bask in the fantasy that perhaps there are some men who can role play not being an asshat for a few minutes a day. Sure, they are probably all alts. But maybe.