I’m not the type of gal who usually goes out bar hopping and picks up a man for a hookup. It’s just not my style; I have no judgment against those who enjoy doing it that way, though. However, I have had a few casual encounters that developed out of online messaging. I’m always safe about it, meeting in a public place first and making sure I feel safe with the man in question. I’ve encountered many questionable men who’ve given me the creeps through messaging, and I don’t even bother meeting up with them. There have been a few I’ve declined to go further with after meeting in public. I trust my instincts about which men are worth my time and which aren’t.
On one occasion after meeting up in public with a man I met through FetLife, we headed back to my place to hookup (for what was the first of many times in what developed into an actual relationship). After several incredibly passionate rounds of kinky sex, we were cuddled up talking and recuperating for the next round. At that point, I said to him, “Can I ask you a strange question?”
He looked at me inquisitively and said, “Sure, I guess.”
I looked him in the eye and asked, “What’s your last name?”
He started laughing hysterically. I was confused by his laughter, so I asked, “Is it really that funny of a question?”
“I just fucked you in all three holes and NOW you want to know my last name?” he managed to say through his laughter.
“Yes?” I meekly replied. “Is it too much to ask?”
He responded, “No, it’s just that I know you’re not the type of woman who goes to bars and does random hookups, so the question is striking me as really funny.”
“Ok,” I said, still a bit puzzled at his amusement.
“Besides,” he replied, “That’s not a strange question. ‘Will you fuck me with a unicorn dildo?’ is a strange question.”
“They make unicorn dildos?” I asked, completely sidetracked by my lover’s rhetorical question.
“Yes, I’ve seen them on FetLife,” he informed me.
“Oh,” I said. “I don’t really want you to fuck me with a unicorn dildo.”
“Well, if you did,” he let me know, “I’d be willing.”
“Thanks,” I said. “But I really just want to know your last name.”
He laughed again. “It’s [redacted.]”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“You’re welcome,” he said, giving me a kiss as well. “And thank you for what is turning out to be a wonderful night.”