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“I’m just using my resources.” Yes, like all the websites said for getting a new job. “I need to use my resources appropriately and without feeling guilty. If Henry asked me for help with something like a recommendation, I’d give him a glowing one. He’s resourceful and really sticks with a project when he commits to something.”
If I’d be helpful too, it shouldn’t be an imposition to ask for help from him.
“This is just help that I actually want.” I eventually learned to cook that chicken and pasta dish…and those open-faced hamburger things. “It’ll be fine.”
I just wasn’t sure the best way to reach him.
Randomly searching for BDSM dating sites had him erasing my search history again and didn’t get me the responses I was looking for. I’d just been shown every vanilla dating site in the entire country and even a few that were based around small religious sects.
That had been really interesting but incredibly unhelpful, so I thought it was probably the actual algorithm getting confused. Some things Henry couldn’t control and the ad systems going nuts seemed to be one of them. Oh, he’d definitely started the chaos but it’d spiraled out of control.
“You can do it.” Subtle wasn’t working and I hadn’t figured out any other alternatives. “This has to work, so you have to do it.”
It really shouldn’t be hard to find someone sane to tie me up, but it was.
“Let’s try this again.” Forcing my legs to take me over to the computer, I sat down and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “This is the time of night that he gets bossy very quickly, so there’s a ninety percent chance he’s already poking at my computer behind the scenes to see what I’m doing.”
I knew that because if I tried to buy anything online past nine at night he made my banking info glitch.
One problem with too many drinks and not enough common sense and he remembered it forever.
“It’s not my fault too many sites have one-click ordering these days.” And some drinks were just very good. “But I’m sober and can still make questionable decisions, so let’s see what Henry does.”
Dear Personal Stalker,
Thank you for all your help with the pictures situation and with your encouragement to learn to cook and to start dating again. However, I would like you to point me in the direction of the right dating site for my specific needs.
I don’t need a religious-based option or the one for omegas who are looking to be the alpha of their family. Honestly, that one confused me and I think it was an algorithm recommendation, not one from you. I would, however, appreciate help finding a dating site that pairs a dominant partner with a more submissive one.
However they need to word it is fine with me. I’ll learn the right wording. I would just like to find a male partner who is dominant in at least the bedroom and who is smart enough to learn to safely tie me up.
And yes, I will do a better job of making sure they’re sane this time.
Lesson learned.
Sincerely,
Shelby
Picking my hands up off the keyboard, I forced them onto my lap so I didn’t give in to the urge to hit the delete key again. The feeling was so strong and my heart was beating so loudly that I pushed back from the computer again.
Just the pretense of getting space from the ridiculous decision made me feel better, but it wouldn’t last. The wait would kill me if Henry’s response didn’t.
What would he do?
Would he change my ads again?
Send recommendations for therapists?
“No, that guy was just weird. Most people don’t have therapists like that on speed dial.” I really had the worst dating luck ever. “Henry’s going to come through for me. He likes helping me make good decisions and he even helped me find that delivery service that sends all the fruits and veggies already cut up and cute.”
I’d stopped ordering those when I’d lost my job, but that was going to be the first service I signed back up for once I worked out the job thing.
But until I got that handled, I was going to focus on other personal projects.
Having goals was important and all the self-help articles said I needed to have goals I was reaching toward so that the universe would send me a job too. I wasn’t completely sure how they were connected but I’d read it on three different sites so that had to mean something.
I was going to send out the signals I wanted the universe to notice, and me and the universe were going to start with my love life.
