Proprietrix
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Joined: 7/15/2005 From: Ohio/West Virginia Status: offline
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Wow erin. As I was reading that, I expected you to comment that his efforts were a bit excessive and really crossed the line into a bit overboard. Then I read that it impressed you and made you feel relaxed. I just kind of sat here speechless for a second. I wouldn’t go to that length. For several reasons, including that it’s really none of the police force’s business whom I’m dating, and knowing my luck, they’d happen to have my file of unpaid parking tickets on their desk at that particular moment in time. I go to a public place. Usually a coffee shop or restaurant. (More likely, it’s someone I’ve gotten to know at munches and play parties.) We usually chit-chat over dinner/lunch and then go our separate ways in our separate vehicles. I don’t tell them my make and model of vehicle, nor do I really care to know what they are driving. I don’t insist on a last name, address, phone number, etc. for that first lunch date. I guess I kind of see it like this: We’re both adults who are meeting in a public place. We’re not going to be in any dark alleys together. We’re not going to be in a vehicle alone together. We’re not getting undressed. No one is getting beaten. It’s really no different than a lunch date that I would have with a colleague, or professor, or attorney. It’s simply two people sitting at the same table in a restaurant. That in and of itself is not dangerous. Starbucks is not an inherently dangerous place to be. The cashiers, hostess, wait-staff, and total strangers sitting around us in Olive Garden are no more or less dangerous people than the one sitting across the table. There isn’t a huge risk of kidnapping/murder/rape taking place on a lunch date. I don’t feel anymore at risk having a lunch date than I would feel at risk going to the grocery store. Call me unsafe, but I just really don’t get into the whole Patch the Paranoid Pony mentality. I’ve been out in the big bad world for all of my adult life and I know the basic lessons of not taking candy from strangers. I know how to fight back if I’m attacked, scream for help, check the back seat before getting in the car, park in well lit areas, and not hang out in a skimpy outfit on skid row. I generally refrain from going into a strangers' houses and getting naked. I keep an eye on my drink. Most of my friends and family do the "call me when you get there so I know you got home safely" thing. I take that basic common sense with me in most of my endeavors in life. There’s no special precautions that come into play for BDSM. don’t have a problem if someone meeting me has a safe-call in place. It does seem a bit paranoid to me though. If there’s no need for a safe-call to meet a prospective employee for lunch, why a safe-call to meet any other stranger for lunch? These people who want my name, address, driver’s license number, place of employment, and a ton of other personal information from me before they feel safe having lunch at a restaurant. I dismiss them rather quickly as overly paranoid and probably too high maintenance and insecure.
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IMO, IMHO, YMMV, AFAIK, to me, I see it as, from my perspective, it's been my experience, I only speak for myself, (and all other disclaimers here).
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