I haven't posted anything in a while so I thought I would give a quick update. Yeah I'm doing fine I guess, it's finally turning to spring, blah blah blah and all that. So, anyway, sometimes I will read something on the forums and it will inspire me to create a post, based on a particular topic. In this case, it's being "ghosted."
I had met this amazing woman on a group outing. I thought she was amazing anyway. Same age, similar interests, and we totally bonded over our love of the outdoors, among many other things. I know this is a BDSM themed site, but I'll get this out of the way; she wasn't really "kinky" and I wasn't really going to go there with her, unless she had given a clear sign that she was, well, "Dominant." She didn't, though, so I was content just to spend time with her and hang out as a typical romantic (albiet vanilla) couple. Our first date was awesome: going to a jewelry making class, grinding and polishing a stone, followed by chinese food. How many people can say they had a first date where they both came away with polished cabbed jewelry?
Anyway, we hit it off. I was pretty much digging her, though she was staying with family who lived an hour away, which made it difficult to get together regularly. It was right before Christmas, and I had to visit family for the holidays, but while I was out of town we chatted and texted, shared photos, literally every day. When I got back, we made plans to hang out, but she got sick (it WAS flu season so I don't think she was lying about that) and then she had some kind of family issues, and then, when I said I'd offer to drive out there, take her for a walk along the Snake River, and hunt agates in the hills, well, she was non-committal.
And that was the last I ever heard from her.
And that sucked. And no; there were no "Cringe" moments, or any arguments or awkwardness, or any instances where I might have messed up and let my inner kinky side accidentally show through; I might have made a mistake like that in the past, but like I said I wasn't going there. I was happy to find someone wonderful, amazing, attractive and cool- and that was fine with me.
I have no idea what happened with her, or why she broke it off. I do know that she seemed to be semi-nomadic, and never seemed content to stay in one place for very long. For all I know, she had already left the state. When she was here, she was living with a couple half-brothers and more or less staying in her van with her dog. She had lived in North Carolina, Colorado and more recently, Arkansas. In other words, a free spirit, refusing to be tied down. Her Linkedin page said she was a "Mom and homemaker" from North Carolina. Which added to the mystery. She had never mentioned her kids or her ex-husband. So that made me wonder, what was her past? What was she running from? I know that many people have baggage, but I didn't care. Many people do. I wanted to love and support her, and not judge her by her past. But maybe that was why she ghosted me. Maybe she was just afraid of being tied down again. But in the end, I was grateful to have known her and spent the time with her that I did.
So that's all I got for today.