Great Days: Her name was Janey and she had her Masters in secondary education from NYU. She was carrying a lot of school debt, so to make extra money on the side she was a dominatrix. I met her on some online dating service and she responded because she said I was one of the few guys who messaged her that didn’t seem super-pervy. I suggested that maybe her bondage photo sent a certain message. My note to her had simply been “It looks like you might need some scissors, let me know if I can help.”
We just grabbed a bite somewhere in Hell’s Kitchen (I don’t think it had been rebranded “Clinton” yet, but it wasn’t that hellish). I had come straight from playing tennis and she looked like a twenty-five year old seventh grade teacher. We both enjoyed the meal, but also reached some conclusion that each of social sets would find the other “odd”. The only two phrases I remember from the evening were “you could teach me how to play tennis, and then I could spank you with the racket” and “I wrapped up the biggest black guy in cellophane today”. People are awesome.