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In an ideal world, we would, perhaps, meet in a quaint coffee shop on a Wednesday morning. I would be nursing a warm drink, closing my eyes momentarily to breathe in steadily and then exhale a much-need sigh. You also would be clutching a warm drink, except your eyes would observe me inquisitively. Permitting my eyes to gradually open, I would spot you in my peripherals, and then glance towards you. Inhaling sharply, startled by the way your eyes so profoundly bore in to mine from a distance, I would quickly aim my eyes towards the floor. Moments later, I would peek up to see an amused smile sketched across your face. Your eyes would still intently study me, and to my astonishment, you would rise from your chair, approach me, and then boldly sit across from me.
But alas. The chances of being approached in public by the type of man I am drawn to seems to be nonexistent, and so I am resorting to this.
Me: Sapiosexual. Witty. Curious. Open-minded. Submissive.
You: Intelligent. Observant. Intense. Detail-oriented. Dominant.
I am highly interested in a specific Dom/sub dynamic. Though again, in an ideal world, I would not necessarily go looking for one. Instead, one would find me.
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