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Christ, Cuffs, and Cats

I love God
I love bondage
I love cats

This is just a blog about the aforementioned passions with a smattering of the geeky things that I am into. Oh, and there will be the occasional sharing of my dreams. Hoping to use this as a means of being a “light for others” (John 9:5)
3 years ago. October 9, 2021 at 1:26 AM

This happened early last year. I had just relocated and was in need of furniture. Due to my financial situation at the time, I needed to utilize Facebook Marketplace and OfferUp to furnish my apartment. I certainly did not mind this, however. I was able to meet plenty of lovely people and acquire some very nice things. I am in love with my coffee table and lamps.

 

The time eventually came when I needed to get a sofa. I browsed the seemingly endless options on Facebook Marketplace and made note of a few of them. One was being sold by a man who lived only ten minutes from my new place, so it seemed logical to see his couch first. I reached out to him, we settled on a date and time (a day or two later and at around 5:30 p.m.), and I played "the waiting game" until I could pay him a visit.

 

When the day finally arrived, I could not help but notice some oddities. Unlike any other time I had gone to someone's home to pick up an item, I did not have a great feeling about this one. I also told my mother what I was doing when having a casual conversation with her. Her response was, "I don't like this." Strange, but I thought that she was just being an overprotective mother.

 

Then, during a normal conversation once again, I told my ex-husband what I was up to. He remarked, "I am uncomfortable with you doing this. I would rather you have me wait until I get off from work so that I can come with you." Odd, but I brushed this off too. He was just being a gentleman and wanting to look out for a lady.

 

I proceeded to send a message to the man via Messenger to let him know that I was ready whenever he was. "OK." he replied, "I just need to run to the store to pick up some things then. I will be back at around 6:30."

 

Another wave of trepidation washed over me. Why is everyone having a bad feeling? was what went through my mind, but once again, I pushed the thought aside. Meh, I am overthinking things because of how my mother and Chris reacted. My brain evidently disregarded the anxiousness that I felt before speaking to my loved ones. Not to mention that no one had any issues with my previous endeavors.

 

When 6:30 came around, off I went. I crossed the dark parking lot (this was in January) toward the apartment complex and navigated through the maze of doors until I reached the one that was located at a corner of the building. Each step from my car to that door became heavier and heavier until it felt like I was wearing cement blocks for shoes. The anxiety was so severe that I was actually perspiring a bit and was short of breath. I had never felt anything like that in my life, but still, I pressed on, "convincing" myself that I was being silly. I lifted my arm--which also felt like it weighed a hundred pounds--and knocked on the door. 

 

No answer.

 

I waited a few seconds and knocked again.

 

Nothing.

 

At that point, my body just took over, leaving my brain behind. It whirled me around and scurried me back to my vehicle. The anxiety instantly left as soon as I started driving away. I sent the man another message to let him know that I just stopped by and tried the door twice. I added that we could perhaps try again in the future, as I had already left. A good twenty to thirty seconds passed before he messaged me with:

 

"I don't understand. I have been sitting on my couch this whole time, which is only a few steps from the door. There is no way I would not have been able to hear you knocking. . ."

 

We never spoke again after that.

 

I am sure that others will have different theories, but when putting everything together, I am fully convinced that God was protecting me that night. I went on to get a sofa from another gentleman, and there were no issues at all.

 

Let me just say that if you ever have a bad feeling about something, do not ignore it! Have someone with you, take all precautions, or just avoid whatever is bothering you entirely. Since this incident (not because of it though), I have found myself listening to a lot of true crime stories. I cannot tell you how many of them included the person having a bad feeling but ignoring it, only to meet a very unfortunate end as a result.

 

I really want to emphasize this for our community. Our kink/lifestyle involves us intentionally putting ourselves in vulnerable positions. Please, be careful. Do not ignore that still, small voice setting off warning signals.


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