My last two posts were pretty much downers. Sorry about that folks. Life threw me some curve balls and eventually I reached the point that I had to write about it. Since then, we’ve managed to find a new normal and settle into a routine again.
Recently, I’ve been trying my hand at matchmaking. We’ll see how this goes. The big meet is set for next Sunday. I’m not sure who is more nervous. One minute, I was having a pleasant breakfast with a friend and the next, I was asking my husband to see if his friend was willing learn all about D/s and explore the lifestyle with a woman he’s never met.
After his initial “What?” and the “have you lost your mind” which I assume he was thinking but he had the good graces not to verbalize, we set the wheels in motion.
It’s awkward enough to have the “I have a friend I’d like you to meet” conversation without adding in the kink factor. As always, my husband supported me in the endeavor. I know it wasn’t easy for him. He’d never discussed our lifestyle with him and this guy hasn’t read any of my books. (I’m pretty sure I heard a few gasps of disbelief and I’m right there with you. When people I know publish a book, I have to check it out. I’m nosy like that. Let’s face it, reading someone’s work is a bit like having a peephole into their mind. I’m certainly curious enough to check it out, but apparently this guy is wired differently.) So, my love, had to give him the reader’s digest version of what D/s is and encourage him to do some research. A few days later, the friend asked to meet her.
I’ve joked with my husband that we could turn our playroom into a rope dojo. In truth, I’m only half kidding. If they hit it off, he’s going to need a mentor. Some people are self taught and quite competent, but I hope he asks for help. She’s a friend of mine and I feel responsible.
Tune in next week for an update. I don’t know about you, but I’ve got my fingers crossed.