So, last night after I got home from work I spent the next few hours chatting with various men on OKCupid. Two days earlier, I decided to give the site a try. I am great at meeting men online. Chatting, emailing are my forte. But meeting them at work or around town has been more challenging when one lives in such a small city. But I DO want to get to know men who live within an hour's drive. So it was either Match.com or OKCupid.com. Match charges to chat. And I didn't want to fork out thirty bucks for a 'hobby' that I might not keep up with. So OKCupid, being free, was the way to go. Interestingly, I saw several men registered on both. Oh, and please, please, please do not go looking for my profile. How embarrassing for me. And don't sign up to mess with me either. You try doing that and I will smack you silly.
Speaking of smacking. Or spanking. I came across a Dom last night. You heard me right. Gosh I hope he doesn't use his tech skills to image search my profile pic then locate this blog and read this. That would be disobedient—talking about him—I gather. Haha. Why did I talk to him at all and not dismiss him flat out? Because I am a freak who is endlessly curious about people—all people. Obviously I am not the only person curious about the D/s scene or Fifty Shades of Grey wouldn't have been one of the best selling books of all time. After our little chat, I could not get the name Charlie Tango out of my head. Then I had a strange urge to clean the bathroom. What was up with that?
So anyhow, I have interacted with ten men already. Not too shabby. I am on a roll—weeding out the noways from the maybes very quickly. Not sure what I am looking for—if anything at all. But I DO know what I don't want. Guys in blue satin suits are a no go.