IT’S BEEN A WHILE

[OD****]

It’s been a while.

And I don’t mean just since I’ve been on here.

I mean it’s been a while since I’ve actually had that type of connection with somebody.

You know what I’m talking about.

That conversation where you’re both talking normal, but you can tell there’s something else going on underneath it.

You’re laughing.

She’s smiling.

Neither one of you has said anything crazy yet, but both of you know where your minds have wandered at least once.

I miss that shit.

I’m not really into jumping straight into somebody’s inbox asking what they’re into sexually.

That gets old.

And if I’m being real, sometimes the buildup is better anyway.

So I pictured this.

Me sitting across from a woman I just met.

We’ve been talking for a minute.

Nothing ***d.

Nothing rehearsed.

She’s getting more comfortable, and I can tell because now she’s talking with her hands and laughing louder than she was when she first sat down.

At some point she looks at me and says,

“You’re quieter than I thought you’d be.”

I laugh.

“What did you expect?”

She shrugs.

“I don’t know. You just seem like you’d be more…”

She pauses.

“More what?”

“Dominant.”

I look at her.

“So I’m supposed to walk in here barking orders at you?”

She starts laughing.

“No. I didn’t say that.”

“Sounded like it.”

Now she’s smiling.

That smile where she knows she walked herself into something.

I let her sit in it for a second.

Then I tell her,

“Anybody can tell somebody what to do. That doesn’t impress me.”

She looks at me a little differently after that.

And that right there?

That’s the part I like.

That little switch.

When somebody stops having the conversation they expected to have with you and starts actually paying attention.

We keep talking.

Music.

Life.

Relationships.

Stupid shit we’ve done.

Things we’ve learned the hard way.

Somehow the conversation starts drifting into what we like, what we don’t like and what we’ve been curious about.

Nothing graphic.

Not yet.

She asks me,

“So what are you into?”

I smile.

“That’s too easy.”

She gives me this look.

“How?”

“Because I can give you a list. Anybody can give you a list.”

“So what do you want me to ask?”

I think about it.

Then I say,

“Tell me something you’ve thought about doing but never actually did.”

She gets quiet.

And I start laughing.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, say it.”

“I just watched you go from asking all the questions to suddenly needing time to think.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Shut up.”

There it is.

Now we’re having fun.

Eventually her hand is sitting on the table close to mine.

I could just grab it.

I don’t.

I look at her.

“Can I?”

She looks down at my hand, then back at me.

And nods.

So I take her hand.

Simple.

Nothing wild.

But something about it changes the whole conversation.

She asks,

“You always ask?”

“When I need to.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I don’t assume shit.”

She looks at me for a second.

Then squeezes my hand.

That probably tells me more than another twenty minutes of talking would have.

And that’s what I think people sometimes forget about this lifestyle.

Everybody gets caught up in being dominant.

Being submissive.

Being kinky.

Being whatever title they put on their profile.

I’m not knocking any of it.

But none of that means anything to me if we can’t sit across from each other and actually enjoy being around each other.

I want the laugh.

The eye contact that lasts a little too long.

The moment you realize she’s been watching your mouth while you’re talking.

The random “shut up” when you tease her about something she knows is true.

That little nervous smile.

The chemistry.

That’s the shit I miss.

Eventually the night ends.

She gets up to leave.

Then she turns around and says,

“I think I figured out my answer.”

I look at her.

“To what?”

She smiles.

“That thing I’ve thought about doing but never did.”

Now I’m curious.

But I don’t ask.

I just smile and say,

“Good.”

She looks annoyed.

“That’s it?”

“For tonight.”

She laughs.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Probably.”

And she leaves.

Now here’s where I could finish this story with something filthy.

I’m not going to.

Because that’s not really what made me write this.

I started thinking about that empty chair after she walked away.

And who I would actually want sitting in it.

I don’t know what she looks like.

Maybe she’s quiet at first.

Maybe she talks entirely too much when she gets nervous.

Maybe she’s submissive.

Maybe she isn’t.

Maybe she thinks she knows exactly what she wants.

Maybe she’s still figuring that part out.

Maybe she reads this and thinks,

“This dude is full of shit.”

😂

Fair enough.

But maybe she keeps reading anyway.

Maybe she checks my profile.

Maybe she starts wondering what the conversation would actually be like if she were sitting across from me.

And if that happens…

don’t send me “hey.”

Give me something to work with.

Tell me something I wouldn’t know from looking at your pictures.

Tell me what makes you laugh.

Tell me what gets you curious.

Tell me the thing you almost typed and deleted.

Or answer the same question I asked her:

What’s something you’ve thought about doing with the right person…

but haven’t done yet?

We can start there.

No promises.

No weird pressure.

Just conversation.

And if there’s chemistry underneath the words?

We’ll both know.

The chair’s open.

[Firepit]

This is underrated. And a million times better than most garbage splurged on this app.

[Th****]

I dunno what you’re tryna do with that profile pic🤣but this was well said my guy

[Firepit]

24 minutes ago, Thr0atSlayer said:

I dunno what you’re tryna do with that profile pic🤣but this was well said my guy

It's the physics that get me. Is he lying down? Is the food glued to the plate? Why us that Switch box having such an effect on it all?

[Th****]

1 hour ago, Firepit said:

It's the physics that get me. Is he lying down? Is the food glued to the plate? Why us that Switch box having such an effect on it all?

I hear you man. I’m still tripping on what the intent is…like, does he want me to eat it? It doesn’t look bad per se but 1 bread + 1 egg + 1 smoky just isn’t something to be flexing this hard over.