I had only met him briefly years ago at a conference. We had struck up a friendship of sorts, knew each other liked kink, so I wasn’t taking a risk by outing myself when I approached him and asked if he wanted to do some rope. I knew it had been awhile for him with rope. To my surprise and delight, he said yes.
Our association has only always been one of respect across great distances. He travels extensively and I had only met him in person once. He has play partners scattered about and I appreciate how he still treats me as an individual person yet our arrangement takes pressure off of becoming more – something I shy away from since my divorce. Not knowing him well and yet knowing him so well from communication over the years, he makes me nervous, still, in a way that is unusual for me. I question if he is pleased, or if he wants to see me again. I wonder if I’m his “type”, I wonder at the dynamics we will forge as our loose arrangement of seeing each other whenever we can (so maybe three times a year?) – what he hopes will happen and what I hope will happen.
Despite all the questions, we are friends and I like to think that we communicate excellently. I have enjoyed our encounters and I crave future ones. Now I just have to figure out this elusive man.
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