Blind Date_(1)

DESIRE….better known as agony…Love is soft and hard at the same time. Like water, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging flood.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer can’t believe she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
The Abacus, a Dallas classic, The Abacus delivers exceptional food and service and is a very expensive restaurant.
The Abacus is known for a fabulous meal, Abacus is the flagship for epitomizing relaxed, fine dining. The restaurant’s reputation is for signature menus, extensive wine list and custom-crafted cocktails, plus a James Beard nomination for service. At Abacus, they cultivate an environment that revolves around people and their relationship to food. It’s a culture of celebrating the uniqueness of ingredients, guests and staff—from the valets, hosts, servers and chefs alike. Together, the experience transcends the average dining experience to truly remarkable. In this moment Jennifer is stunned. This is the fifth blind date Jeanie has set up for her in the last six weeks. How can she explain that no matter how nice a guy is, she just not going to be interested? The type of men she is interested in don’t go on blind dates. She certainly does not know a guy that can afford this restaurant.

The hostess led her to a private room near the back where it is quiet and dimmer lighting suggesting that this area is for dates or VIP’s. She sat down across from me before bothering to look at me. In her mind this is a hopeless evening. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I’d order a salad to show her dainty feminine ways, I would insist on paying, we’d go home and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can tell something is different about me. There is a sort of amused patience etched into my face. My strikingly rugged face and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my expression. There was something remarkably familiar about the tight smile on his lips and the apprehension in his eyes. Then it struck her, she recognized her own expression in mine. I also was dreading this date; as if I knew it would never work between us… there Is no hope. I spoke and broke her out of her moment of study, ” John. You must be Jennifer.” ” Yes,” She smiled, ” Nice to meet you. How are you?” ” Just fine.” Already an awkward silence… not a good sign for having a pleasant evening. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. ” How do you know Jeanie?” I tilted my head to the side, as if not fully understanding the question, ” I’m her friend. Did she not tell you about me?”

She flush embarrassed. ” She tried, but to be honest you’re the fifth blind date she’s set me up with recently, so I may have cut her off…” I smiled slightly, ” Jean can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell you, you have high criteria to live up to.” She chuckled, how like Jeanie. She took a breath to start speaking again, but I cut her off. ” Listen, you seem like a nice young woman Jennifer, but we just aren’t meant for each other.” She blew out the air she had sucked in in a huff. What am I not pretty enough? He doesn’t even know me. The confusion and pain of rejection is clear on her face because I immediately tried to explain myself. ” It’s really not you. You seem genuinely very nice. It’s me. I have some very particular oddities that most women cannot stand even the thought of.” What on earth could he mean? I continue on, ” but that’s no reason for us not to have a nice evening together and maybe even become friends for Jean’s sake.” Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, ” What kind of oddities?” No point in beating around the bush. I sat back in my seat and a little surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came right out and said it, ” Sexual oddities.”
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to take our drink orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on purpose. To give her time to process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to ” sexual oddities,” in fact ” sexual oddities,” were some of her favorite pastimes. She decided to play dumb and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her face brighten up, ” Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of Silver?” pretending to be a fan girl of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in exasperation. I’m sure the inaccuracies and poor depiction of BDSM in that book drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a small smile creep across her lips while my eyes were closed, but hid it again as soon as I opened them. ” Yes and no, Jennifer. Now, this is not information that I want shared.” I paused for her agreement to keep my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar bill, and nodded. ” Yes I am a dominant like the character in that book, but that character is a horrible representation of what my sexual lifestyle is about. I’m sure that you’re not interested in hearing about my sex life the first time we’re meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explain why I can’t pursue you. The kind of sex I have is very particular and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant evening and part as friends.”

Jennifer is truly interested now. Not only is this blind date someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and most likely a very good catch, I’m also a sexual dominant. Hmmm what to do…She didn’t want to come right out and say ‘Hey that’s convenient become I’m sexually submissive!’ But she did want me to view her as having potential. She decided to play a little with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in common. Jeanie actually got this set up right. We genuinely laughed at each other’s jokes, found we watched the same TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping little hints to keep me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the table letting her hands rest in prayer position, when the waiter came to the table with our entrees I asked, ” You ordered the grilled chicken right?” and she replied with a comical, ” Yes Sir!” She noticed my eyes dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a little loud, very talkative and most of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I’m getting to know her, the daily vanilla side of her… and she got to know my daily vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the best time she has had in months. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring us separate checks. I protested but she explained, ” If we are not really on a date then there is no reason for you to pay for me.