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Work is cutting into my social ambition. One must work, I will manage. |
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I was referred to as "bitter" today. Why would my ability to keep my standards be construed of as bitter? That was a rhetorical question. I do wonder why so many do not understand the
effectiveness of a sensible approach? Another rhetorical question. When introducing yourself, that is not the time for the same old rhetoric. Am I missing something?
For future reference, referring to me as a slut or whore, demanding I pay homage to your greatness when I do not know you, results in my running for the delete button. |
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How can you make me yours when you do not know me? Does this approach work for you often?
My cynicism is evident.
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I am still trying to figure out collar me, please be patient. I read in excess of 30 e-mails a day, I have observed and it appears most have a standard form e-mail that is send to everyone they wish to contact. How can you gage someone's sincerity if they cannot even be bothered to compose an e-mail? How many do this? Cynical? Disillusioned? |
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I find it almost comical I used the word "quest" it does appear to be that way. This so called search for "the one". At times I wonder what that all means. Is it a certain word? A touch? A quote? What gesture will it take to catch my attention? What about chemistry? Are these things mythical? Or can they really happen in a bdsm relationship? |
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The coffee date was less than stellar. I will venture to say, the search continues. He did point me in the direction of another Syracuse bdsm group. I am still in the process of deciding if that maybe the way to go. Why am I so nervous? I am not new to bdsm, and still I find myself in a quandary. How will I be looked at if future potential Master's see I am in a bdsm group? The quest continues. |
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I am doing it today, meeting someone for coffee. I am very nervous, I do hope for the best, at the very least I can make a friend. Keeping my fingers crossed! |
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I am sorta liking being able to convey my feelings in a journal, I can later reread and ponder. I can be as real as I permit myself, silly how cynical I can be. I have discovered , I found it interesting the size of the BDSM community here is Syracuse. It makes me happy in a way, that is what I miss most about MI
I should be thrilled at the prospect of making new friends, instead it leaves me feeling even more insecure. The only conclusion I am left with, is the fact I may not be ready. I chose such a silly name for "zoey_on_the_run"
I have yet to decide if that is sarcastic or accurate. Only time will tell. |
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Weeding through dozens of e-mails has become a chore. I joined Collarme with the intention of maybe finding THE ONE it may all be an illusion. Can THE ONE really be out there for me. I miss MI, there I felt like part of the lifestyle. I felt like I belonged. I may attend a munch soon, that may help. Keeping my fingers crossed. |
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Being overwhelmed by e-mails, being "fresh meat" I am not at all surprised. When will Dom's understand that approach is everything? That was a rhetorical questions! |
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I wonder if Syracuse will be my permanent home. I will never become accustomed to all this snow. Need to jump into the local scene. I did join a local group, I am nervous however willing to make new friends. I miss MI. Will I ever feel at home here? |
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