Page 2 of Experiments in Love
He might’ve had a point again.
It was clear he didn’t understand some of the rules of the bar. It wasn’t a typical club with clear BDSM rules. BJ’s was old school and the rules were unwritten, but if someone broke the rules, they’d get tossed out.
The regulars knew you could look but not touch when it came to the waiters and to keep their dicks covered if the wrong people were in the bar. But to someone new to BDSM or to sketchier places, I could see it generally being confusing.
But I could also see why he kept coming back.
Mentally debating what to say, I shifted in my seat enough to see the quiet guy out of the corner of my eye. He looked as shy ashe’d sounded, but he didn’t have any problem weaving his way through the mass of people to go up to the bar.
Curious.
The confused but naughty guy sighed and started mumbling to himself. It sounded like something about people being weird, but it was quiet enough that I might’ve missed some important aspects to his grumbling. “I know I’m right. People just don’t like logic without proof.”
Oh. Interesting.
“But finding proof without dating is entirely too hard.” His frustrated muttering got louder as he shifted on his bench and waited for his friend to come back. “And dating to test my theory would probably be rude.”
Minding my own business would only work for so long, and I finally gave up trying to be polite.
“Well, if you specifically look to date a man who’s into sharing or a kink related to that, I don’t think it would be an issue.” When I got silence and not an order to butt out, I continued. “You just have to date the right person in the lifestyle. Someone whose understanding of cheating and acceptable behavior matches yours.”
The silence stretched out for too long, but I was patient and finally heard breathing coming from above me.
Looking up, I saw what seemed to be the confused cutie staring down at me as he leaned over the dividing wall between the booths. “Really? You think someone would be open to that? I’ve been told repeatedly that I’m offensive.”
He was slightly insane but didn’t seem to be deliberately trying to piss people off.
“Are you being told you’re offensive because they don’t like your logic or are you making people uncomfortable on purpose?” I thought I knew the answer but I waited to see what he would say.
I got a frown that made him look adorable before he shrugged and put his elbow on the top of the booth so he could rest his head in his hand. “I think they don’t understand logic and aren’t willing to answer questions, but they’d say rude.”
Well, at least he was somewhat self-aware.
“Unsolicited advice here, but you’re dating in the wrong places or just with the wrong people.” That seemed obvious to me, but his brows pulled together. “You need to work on finding a partner who will let you walk through the hypothetical discussions that interest you and who also wouldn’t be horrified if you wanted to test out different penis sizes to prove your hypothesis.”
Not everyone connected penises to emotions and it seemed like my interesting new friend saw them that way too because he blinked and then leaned closer. “How would I find someone like that? Coming here hasn’t worked like Francis said it would.”
Ah.
“There might be several reasons for that, but I think people just aren’t sure what you’re looking for.” And the puzzled frown was back. “You’re giving off slightly vanilla vibes but that’s not what you seem to want. It might be confusing the single people in here, and a startling number of the regular patrons are actually in long-term relationships.”
They just didn’t look like it.
“Hmm.” Clearly, my new friend agreed with that part at the very least. “That explains a few things.”
Doing my best not to smile and confuse him any further, I decided to test the waters. “But some of us are single and would be reasonable matches with what I think are your interests.”
Maybe.
I was still confused about a few aspects of what might be his kink, but he was sexy and utterly delightful so far.
“How do you think a test like that would work?” His question was slightly unexpected but it probably shouldn’t have been.
I hadn’t been expecting to come up with a scene on the spot, but I was quick on my feet and it didn’t take long to come up with an option.
“Sub restrained and blindfolded or one of those half screens where he wouldn’t be able to see below his chest.” I was doing my best to keep my voice detached but I couldn’t help imagining him in the hypothetical scenario. “Several men of different sizes would be picked out and the sub could test out the different lengths and sizes. That would allow him to focus on the length and width without getting distracted by other aspects of the scene.”
There were pieces I was missing, but I thought the general idea was sound.
