It was late, the Mall was closing and eerily my car was one of about 5 vehicles left in the parking lot and I happened to be parked in a dark spot farthest away from the mall. I walked my groceries and bags out by cart and started putting them in the trunk. With the trunk full, and three bags still left, I turned to put them in the back seat. Reaching with the last bag, bending over to place it on the floor, I felt rough hands grab my hair, holding my head down in a way I couldn’t turn to see who
I wanted to learn so going on line, I placed an ad
Submissive, age 29, slim, long hair, female seeking Dominant to teach me about BDSM.
Responses swamped my inbox…38, 59, 71! I was feeling overwhelmed so shut off my profile temporary while I went through the emails.
Badboy sounded the best, promising, evil, just like a badboy.
I will go with him and respond back.
What do I say?
Hello Badboy, I liked your response and would like to meet you. How do we go about
What I have been taught on line:
That it is completely okay to walk away, without a good bye, without a whisper of reason or excuse. (although I think an excuse is more insulting, just say good bye and be done with it)
That on line means absolutely nothing, not real life, not even close and not deserving respect, not deserving consideration, not deserving acknowledgment that the person on the other end is even human or worthy of notice.
It is bad enough to be ghosted in real life,