The first woman was a previous float in my parade of loons. We had traded notes a few months back, but not met. She was the first woman who had 'scheduled' a sexting session. Seriously, she told me that we would sext that evening and at the appointed time, began sending x-rated pictures and videos. Perhaps I'm different from most guys, but I need a bit of warming up before such a stream of material excites me. In any case, before I wander too far into the details, I blew her off because she was an oddball. She was oddly self-absorbed and shared way too many details of her dysfunctional past with me. Because she fancied herself as a writer, those details came in the form of epic length emails. Ask her what time it was and she'd share interminable thoughts on time itself, as well as how it impacted her previous struggles with mental illness.
This woman reappeared and wanted me to afford her another opportunity to date. Having suffered her bullshit before, I told her I needed a fuck toy and she would come over Saturday (last) night to provide that service. She readily agreed and the epic notes returned. Fuck, I forgot what a whack job she was. It was actually something relatively minor that caused her to be kicked to the curb again. In the midst of the painfully long emails, she made the comment 'your such a good guy', or something to that effect. I won't date a woman if her profile has that error and this woman constantly pats herself on the back for being an extraordinary writer. Yet, she still can't get 'your' and 'you're' straight. Granted, I would have finally skipped the encounter anyway, to escape the constant garbage coming from her mouth, not to mention, she had the strong aroma of a stalker, but the end result was the same.
The other woman, in some ways, was even more fucked up than the first one. Like the first, she was smart, educated, and had something to say. It didn't hurt she was gorgeous as well. I'll also mention she was black; be very clear I have no feelings, one way or another, about dating a black woman; I'm mentioning it because it'll be important later. Sandi was an interesting girl, in that she worked like crazy to maintain her tough, outer shell. She also seemed to enjoy keeping me on my toes. For those reasons, I took some of her demands with a grain of salt. But she made demands that, in my mind, had her straddling the fence between high maintenance and manipulative. For example, when we planned to talk on the phone for the first time, she got angry I wouldn't share my number as soon as the plans were made, even though we wouldn't be speaking for several hours.
There were other things that rang some bells, such as her way of engaging her fwb's. I'll stop for a moment and state that one of the other things I appreciated about Sandi was her sex drive and level of perversity similar to mine. Back to her fwb's, she would fuck them, but refused to kiss them. This, she told me, was in order to compartmentalize feelings versus sexual pleasure. I found this to be rather odd, because I've kissed every one of my fwb's and they've eagerly reciprocated. She also made it clear she was no one's sub; in fact, she told me I would be her's. Also, she enjoyed having a man go down on her, but hadn't experienced that in years, due to the vulnerability involved in receiving oral.
We had planned to get together last night, but talked every evening this past week, almost always enjoying some phone dirtiness before hanging up. Sometimes, the phone sex was the main event. She slowly opened up to me and began to realize that I really wasn't just interested in fucking her. That trust allowed her to share her deepest, darkest sexual fantasy with me. I've done some very naughty, dirty things sexually, but what she shared shocked even me. I was to secure a Klan robe / hood and put her in her place, treat her like a possession, rough her up / choke her, and degrade her without mercy. I sort of said 'youwantmetodowhatnow?' I find the Klan to be the worst of those with whom I share the planet and to have a strong, black woman want to bring them into the bedroom absolutely floored me. It would have been difficult for me to put on a set of Klan robes. That being said, within certain boundaries (i.e. no other species, football teams, scat, etc.) I'll do what it takes to take my partner to new levels of sexual pleasure. So, that was the role play for that night's phone fun.
But the demands / manipulation continued to where we'd talk in circles for an hour about the same topic, only to land back where we started; what was objectionable 30 minutes ago was suddenly a perfect idea. The straw that broke it for me was she told me she wanted to hear me tell her I loved her. (I'll remind readers I'd not met this woman) Naturally, I told her that wouldn't happen for a bit, because, well, I'm emotionally healthy. This hurt her feelings quite a bit. She backpedaled to explain it was a sexual fantasy, although I knew she was full of shit. Our last exchange of the night involved her demand for a certain dirty picture (btw, she's only the second woman I've encountered who likes dick pics). I teased her and asked if she thought she deserved the picture. 'So much for making me happy.' That was it; no dirty sex is worth the borderline tantrums and manipulation. So, I woke up yesterday morning and called off our date.
I've resisted the temptation to 'diagnose' this woman, although it's clear there are some serious intimacy issues present. I'm just happy to have not had her over, because she also smelled of 'stalker'.
Those are the most recent women I've interacted with, beyond a note or two. There have been a number of women who seem unable to hold a conversation, but that's a constant background noise.
In closing, I will mention that finding KKK robes and hoods is pretty much impossible. Neither Amazon nor eBay list them, and if those two don't offer something, it's likely not available to buy. There's my tidbit of knowledge for the week.
Happy dating, readers.
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