Stood Up

Risking your time for someone else has hard consequences, sometimes.

I was stood up by my first potential ProDom client last night. We had been communicating well through email- I’m a stickler for thorough negotiation, and felt anyone who would take the time to fill out a stupidly long Google form about their goals and boundaries might be worth my effort…

I was mistaken.

I’m not sure if there were red flags that I missed. Time wasters are extremely common in the service industry; I’ve already had people try to take advantage of me over the phone with no intention of paying for my time or booking a session. This person didn’t set off any alarm bells for me, and I got burned.

The most frustrating thing is they didn’t show respect for me as a HUMAN, not just a potential Dom. I received no response to my check-in email, no flimsy excuse.

Just an hour sitting alone in the back of a cocktail bar.

Am I discouraged? Angry? Humiliated? NO! I refuse to be belittled, on the grounds that this is something I’m SO PROUD to finally be pursuing. I take it in stride with the knowledge it will happen again, probably more times than I care to imagine. As a masochistic absurdist I find twisted amusement in the entire situation. Not to mention, I enjoyed lovely meal, good conversation with the wait staff, and quiet time to journal.

Plus a bitchin new haircut and lots of cuddles and pats with an adorable pup at a play party afterwards.

So thank you, [insert name here], for giving me the opportunity to laugh at myself.

What would Life be, without humor?