He didn't follow me home, did he? (Part 2)

Okay - I get it.  Someone is anxious for the second half of this story.  So I'm going to share it.  And then I'm going to take a hiatus.  I started this project for something to do.  I thought it would be interesting.  I thought it might be fun.  I thought I might learn something. 

It has been interesting.
At times, it has been fun.
I have definitely learned some things.

But it has also been exhausting, burdensome, and a little bit scary.
And now it is more of those things than it is fun. 
It is still interesting.  And I am still learning things, but they are lessons I'd rather keep hidden under rocks in many cases. 
So if it is not the good kind of interesting, if it is no longer fun, and if I am learning about the underbelly of things I'd rather not see, then I need to take a break.  Perhaps I will come back to it someday.  But for now, I just need to move away from unearthing the things that make me angry, sad, or worried. 

In fact, I need to relearn the lesson that it is okay to like people.  I need to relearn the lesson that not all people are freaky or crazy or scary.  I need to relearn that there are some really fantastic people out there.  Continuing this project is not helping me to do that.

And maybe this story will help to illustrate why.  So without further ado,

We left off with this man whose name I don't even know - he signed his emails with one but introduced himself as another when we met.  I asked which was accurate or which he preferred, and he said either.  I suspect neither is his real name and that he was confused about which he had been using for our written communication. 

Maybe he uses one for his "casual encounters" and one for his "women for men" responses?  That's where we'd left him, right?  He asked which type of ad I'd posted?  Well, it turns out that he not only responds to ads in both sections, but he himself actually posts in both the no-strings attached "casual" section and the "men for women" section.  When he posts for NSA meetings, he is typically looking for either a woman or a couple.  He is typically looking to satisfy his oral fixation. 

And did you know that people actually respond?  Who knew?

With just a little bit of prompting from me (in the form of a question along the lines of "do you get responses?"), he launched into a description of one of the encounters he had.  And now I'm going to share it with you.  In all its glory, leaving no details out.  It will likely make you sick.  And you will likely understand why I need a break.

My date (let's call him Two-Name) received a response from Husband, asking if Two-Name could meet Husband and Wife for coffee one day soon.  Wife would not know that the meeting was a set up - it would seem like a random encounter.  Husband wanted Two-Name to have coffee with them, which would lead to him being invited to tag along wherever they were next headed.  Husband would then expect that Two-Name would grope his wife and "try to get in her pants" while Husband watched.  Two-Name agreed to meet them.  He agreed to do this.

So they have coffee.  And then they drive about 30 minutes south of the city in Husband and Wife's car (so, Two-Name is not so smart about personal safety, but that's a different issue).  They get to their destination which I think (but am not sure) is the couple's house.  Husband nods to Two-Name to indicate that he should start groping.  Two-Name does.  Wife resists, but Two-Name continues.  Husband is watching and begins to touch himself.  He also indicates to Two-Name that he should "try to get in her pants."  Two-Name does.  Wife asks Husband if he is going to stop this guy from touching her.  Husband says, "No, Baby."  And he tells Two-Name to continue.  Two-Name overpowers Wife and has sex with her.  Husband is watching.  Husband is masturbating.  Husband and Two-Name finish at about the same time.

Husband drives Two-Name back to the city while Wife stays behind.  In the car, Husband pulls out an assault rifle and tells Two-Name that this will never happen again.  It was a one-time thing.  Two-Name agrees.  And the one smart thing he does in all of it is refuse when Husband calls two weeks later to say that Wife now understands the whole thing was a set up and she's "totally into Two-Name now and wants to do it again."

So let's recap - I went out on a date with a man who agreed to rape another man's wife while the man got off on watching it happen.  And the only thing that bothered him about it was that, in the end, the husband pulled a gun on him.

I cannot do it anymore.

Two updates

First, I've received a whole lot of responses to my last ad.  Too many - it's hard to keep up.  But I'm trying.  And ... I've been talking on the phone to someone I think I might kind of like.

Second, I have a date tonight.  I'll write about it tomorrow.  Promise.

Slow...

I know!  I'm a slacker!  I know it ... a couple of weeks ago I wrote several posts and scheduled them to come out each day, and it lulled me into a sense of security.  It gave me a break from having to write daily. 

Oops!

What a mistake that was.  Now I'm behind.  Sigh.

I've got a couple of first meets, some oldies-but-goodies, and even a few reader stories bungling around.  I just need to find a free moment to sit down and write them out.  They're coming.  I promise.

Please be patient with me.  I'll try to make it worth your wait.

Reader Response - It's the shoes UPDATE

Well, wouldn't you know it - I've just been Google chatting with Marco.

Rest assured, he thinks his story was accurately portrayed.  But he also told me that he was thinking perhaps he should have shared some of the theories about why his date left those dang shoes on.

And he had me cracking up.  How can I not share with you?

In fact, let's all make a list - I'll start with Marco's own thoughts (or the thoughts he and his friends have compiled over the years), and then you all add to the list in the comments section.  Good plan?  Yeah, I think so too.

Without further ado,

Plausible explanations for someone not removing their shoes during sex:

1. Athlete's foot
2. Toenail fungus
3. No toes
4. Webbed feet (which, Marco says, is the preferred theory)

So have at it - let's get that list going!  I can't wait to hear what you come up with.

Don't forget, you can share your own story or general comments.   I'd love to hear them!