Stood up

Today was not my best of days.

I had been emailing someone from Collarme for more than a month. We spoke on the phone, there seemed to be a conversational connection. She was attractive, smart, I could easily make her laugh and she was looking for more than just casual play but said at first the relationship would be purely service oriented along with some play and we’d see where it would go from there.

Service and play for an attractive, smart woman? I didn’t have to think too long on that one.

After waiting for a month, playing phone tag and text tag she finally agreed to meet me. She wanted to meet at a coffee shop near Penn station, told me to wear a black shirt and the tightest jeans I could find. Naturally I did.

We were to meet at 1 o’clock and she told me not to make any plans for the rest of the day (sounds promising). She told me to arrive early (I did not need to be told this) as she claimed to always be on time.

I arrived at 12:45, sat in a booth and nervously drank my tea.

1pm came and went and around 1:25 I checked her email again making sure I had the right time and place. Then I checked it again. I then checked to make sure there wasn’t another coffee shop nearby. Maybe I sat in the wrong coffee shop?

1:30- I sent her a text with no reply

1:45- I call her and get voicemail. The waiter asks me for the fifth time if I’m going to order something other than tea. He’s very annoyed.

1:55- I lie to myself and say that she’s not late, she was probably just in the midwest on business and still has her watch set to central time and will be here any minute.

2:05: I use my trusty Iphone to write a Craigslist ad looking for a Domme in the “relationship section” even though I’ve written countless ads like this and haven’t received a single email. Maybe I’m writing them too sincerely, sounding too romantic or perhaps not romantic enough. Maybe I should make more than one reference to BDSM.

2:15: I say “fuck it” and write a Craigslist ad in the “casual encounters” section, again knowing I won’t get a single reply but at least I’m doing something.

2:25: I leave and go home, when I check, her craigslist profile is gone and of course I’m not getting any response from texts or emails.

I wish I could finish this with some hot story on how she was waiting for me when I got home but I wouldn’t be writing this now if that had happened would I?

I wish I could say this was the first time it happened.

My Saturday night?

Well since I was told not to make any plans for the evening I’m sitting here eating thanksgiving leftovers.

Tomorrow I’m meeting a few vanilla friends for a belated thanksgiving dinner.

Vanilla friends.

Maybe some of that vanilla will rub off on me and I won’t have to put up with this any longer.

Well….a boy can dream can’t he?


I had the exact same thing happen to me this weekend! I’ve been chatting with someone from Collarme, we spoke on the phone, laughed, seemed to like each other and we were going to meet this weekend. Sometime this week he disappeared off the face of the earth- his Collarme profile is gone and my e-mails get bounced back. It’s so frustrating when that happens!

That sucks! Want me to beat her up for you?


I mean really, what is wrong with people?

Sorry. That sucks.

hugs, E

I have had that happen to me. It’s why I don’t do any online dating sites any more. I am easy to find and will help people find me, but I won’t go to a meeting place and wait for nothing.

Avah: Must be something in the water.

Wendy: No but I could use a good beating.

Elizabeth: Thanks for the hugs…I could have used one after that.

Lolita: Well, when you’re a submissive man, you have to take every opportunity you can find. Supply and demand is insane out there.

Well you know my dear, ever since I went to Felice’s punching, slapping, and kicking class, I’ve been wanting to punch, slap and maybe kick (I’m nursing a bum ankle. sigh) someone.

Oh man, I hate it when that happens. It always leaves me feeling all sad and despondent.

If she was going to cancel, she should have at least CALLED! 🙁 There’s no excuse for rudeness.

That’s just rude. I was on Nerve for awhile and had a nice correspondence going with a local pediatrician. But he stood me up…several times.

Maybe some of that vanilla will rub off on me and I won’t have to put up with this any longer.

Oh, boy, does that ever sound familiar!

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