Instant replay

If you’ve been following the saga of my matchmaking attempts, you know that the first meet fell short of the fourth of July style fireworks I’d hoped for.

After listening to the Monday morning quarterback versions from each friend, I have to admit I may have jumped to the wrong conclusions. It seems all is not lost. There was some attraction going on from both sides. I can see why instant replay was invented for sports events. I obviously had my head turned away from the action a time or two and missed the play entirely.

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Since I haven’t been on a date in 35 years, I’m convinced I’m not qualified to referee the dating game.It’s so much easier in a book where you can get into the head of one or more characters and know what’s really going on. Better still, if you’re the author and you have a modicum of control.

There’s no date for the second scrimmage. If and when it occurs, I’ll give you my game summary–flawed as it may be 🙂

Round One…

A couple of weeks ago, I opened my big mouth and found myself in a matchmaker role. I’m not an outgoing, social person and this was far outside my comfort zone.So,  I enlisted my husband’s help. I asked him to speak with a friend of his and find out if he would be willing to meet a co-worker of mine. The catch is, she interested in exploring a D/s relationship.

Because he loves me and spoils me rotten, he set his reluctance aside and approached his friend. He’d never discussed our lifestyle with this gentleman and it was a lot for the guy to take in. He said he’d have to think about it. A few days later, he admitted he knew very little about the lifestyle, but he was willing to meet her and see where it went from there.

Today was the meeting. Everything went wrong. A storm blew in making our rural area almost impassible. My husband had an emergency at work and had to drive half way across the state leaving me to facilitate the lunch alone. The restaurant was a poor choice. No one was pleased with the menu, but it was quiet and we were able to talk in a pleasant setting.

There were a few awkward moments. Music and travel are important to both of them, unfortunately they didn’t agree on either.One likes to travel by car, one likes to fly. One likes jazz and one prefers rock and roll. About the only thing they both agreed on was dogs were better than cats…but neither have animals of any sort.

I can honestly say, fireworks didn’t go off for either of them. My husband’s friend sounded like he was willing to meet again, but I haven’t heard one way or another from my friend.

I think next time, I’ll just keep my mouth shut and leave the dating game to those more qualified.

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Normal life and other fallacies

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.

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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.

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Tune in next week for an update. I don’t know about you, but I’ve got my fingers crossed.