But surelythere’s room for compromise, right? He claimed he’s not trying to seduce me and that it doesn’t matter that I’m not attracted to him so why can’t we just keep it to the texts and phone calls like on the weekend?
Buoyed by this newfound clarity, I decide there’s no reason to wait until tonight to venture this idea.
Me
I know what I want
I set my phone on the breakfast bar and start rummaging through the fridge, retrieving ingredients for a ham, cheese and tomato toasted sandwich. But I’ve barely started to assemble the sandwich when my phone chimes.
Jazz Grimsay
This is an unexpected pleasure. What is it you want?
Me
Phone calls and texts like last weekend. That’s it. I don’t want any BDSM stuff. I’m not a submissive
Jazz Grimsay
I’m afraid that’s not an option dirty boy
I stare at the response for a long moment, disappointment, frustration and annoyance all bubbling up inside me. What is he saying—that if I don’t agree to his terms I get nothing?
Me
I thought you said you weren’t playing hard to get
Jazz Grimsay
I’m not
For what it’s worth I’m not trying to be a dick here
I shake my head in irritation, the grip on my phone tightening.
Me
I doubt you’d need to put much effort into being a dick
Jazz Grimsay
Well I don’t usually put much effort into NOT being a dick but let me give it a whirl.
The only way any of this works is with the “BDSM shit”
That’s not me trying to get my own way, that’s me stating a fact. You’re not attracted to me so your humiliation kink is the only arrow in my quiver. Take away the S&M and I’m like Superman without his powers
I letout a derisive snort, rolling my eyes.
Me
Fucking hell your ego
I’m not convinced I even have a humiliation kink. You’re not exactly what I’d consider a reliable source
The conversation from Sunday night has continued to plague my thoughts over the past couple days but I haven’t come much closer to making sense of it all.
Jazz Grimsay
