seekingreality
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ORIGINAL: evesgrden Ok. So could you give an example of exactly what you've said that elicited the response "you're not my dom". That's not to say that their response was appropriate, but if you're getting that repeatedly then somehow what you're saying is being received as direction or criticism. That's the thing, I don't get this repeatedly (perhaps like 3-4 times out a year) When is does happen most of the time I blow it off because they are a complete stranger. However ever so often, it happens with somebody I've been talking with for awhile. They are a little past being a complete stranger. These rare cases tend to suck. This magic combination just recently happened. The last time this combination happened was like two and half years ago. The issues tend to center over vanilla aspects of the other person's life. The result of me talking an interest in a person as a whole. Here's an example of what I'm talking about. Somebody tells me that they had spent most of the day playing and working on a new song. Naturally, I'm going to ask. You Play? Play what? New Song? Wow, you write songs? I'm very much wanting to know a little more. Because I myself Love music. Now, this should be the result of some amazing conversation? Right? It's a completely vanilla topic, has nothing to do with BDSM. Should not like be pulling teeth talking about this stuff. Right? It's amazing how often I discover the layers of bull-shit talk simply because I'm wanting to talk about Vanilla stuff. I'm far far from just some horny bastard trying to get inside somebody's pants. Although I Love sex and I'm extremely sexual. Anyways, I tried to engage her in a conversation about music. What she used to record and compose her songs with. Sony Acid, Reaper, FL Studio or what? Basically what DAW (Digital Audio Workstation) Software she uses. I was wanting to know, what kind of music she was making genre wise. I was hoping she'd share some of her recordings with me even. So, there I was asking some direct questions about what she uses to record and compose her music with. Which should be normal conversation. She skirts the questions with a topic change. (warning warning something is a little off). I entertain the topic change for awhile, I'm flexible. However, I'm still curious as to her music/creative sides. I even go so far to share with her some of my own songs. Even let her know what DAW software I love using and etc. So I am back at re-engaging this vanilla topic. Anyways, she pulled out.. "I just got the Hottest Heels" topic. OKAY, I'll roll with this vanilla interest. I even have a friend who has a major footwear fetish. I actually love checking out pictures of all this amazing and crazy foot wear. In fact, whenever I encounter an amazing pair of heels online some where I'll think of her and share on her facebook page or send her a link in email. This girl used to live 3 doors up from me at one time. Anyways, I have an interest in Heels too. I don't think she was expecting for me to equally have an interest in Heels as I do with Music. I asked her what kind of Amazing new Hottest Heels there were? and I was sincerely interested. Brand, Color... and even would love to see a picture of them. It really should not be a big deal here. A verbal description nor even a quick snap picture of them. I already had face pictures of this girl and etc. It's rather ironic, how all of a sudden there was this amazing silence and space that happened. I know that life happens, and people don't get back to you right away because of other things going on. I'm a big bad mean person. After a few days of clear avoidance tactics over music and her new heels. I confronted her about it. I'm not her Dom and she does not have to answer my questions. She played "You're not my Dom" as the ultimate avoidance tactic. The reality is that she probably does not write and record her own music, let alone just get the Hottest Heels ever. This is why I was prepared to Deep Six things. I suspected if I keep re-asserting these topics and not simply let them slide by unanswered. I guess I'm too much of a pushy bastard. However, these kinds of topics and conversations... should not be like pulling teeth. I've occasionally have met somebody less than honest who was bragging it up about Computer programming, Music or something else. A topic or interest that I myself have. It's amazing how fast the topic changes when I attempt to engage them on the subject. You can literally see the "OH Shit.." expression on their face. That somebody with a real interest in the shit they were just bragging about (to make themselves look amazing to other people) is attempting to engage them in real conversation. I'm laughing my ass right now. Because only on sites like this.. Does the Dom Card get played as a truth avoidance tactic. It's one big can of crack me the fuck up. Doms will play this card to avoid having to deal with the truth. Sub/slaves play this same stupid card in reverse with "You're not my Dom"... Hahahahaha The World is in perfect order on sites like this, just with a added layer of avoidance tactics in the social tool set. Like I said, I'm a human being first and foremost. Perhaps I should just work the Big Bad Dom after only Tits and Ass and getting Laid angle.. and not give a shit about any of this vanilla stuff. I should keep the conversation, hot and nasty. Simply ignore talking about vanilla stuff. It's all this vanilla stuff which a lot of people seem to lie about anyways. LOL Dude, you're getting worked up about nothing. If these are all online conversations, you have to take it with a grain of salt. My feeling is nothing is real until you are sitting face to face. There could be a million reasons she changed the topic from music -- she was lying and doesn't do music; it's personal; she's had a million conversations about her music this week and was bored by your questions. You do seem really self-absorbed and lacking in conversational skills. Maybe you need to go to a class on how to talk with people.
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