Chapter 4

So, I fucked up on some spelling in chapter 2’s completely fictional story. Thank you to the kind gent who pointed that out to me, you are the kind of people I wish there was more of in this world. Corrected me without shaming me (though OHMUHGAWD I gotta admit it kinda is a funny fuck’up) Also, I am well aware of the glaring grammatical error I have committed already.;) Keep’n ya on your toes my dears.

Oh, that actually reminds me of one of my all time favorite instructors from my comm-college days. This guy apparently still has socks older than me? Haha! So this guy, let’s call him ... Joseph. So Mister Joseph admitted on the first day of class that he was a dirty old man, and requested the pretty girls sit up front. I was a naive idiot back then and didn’t know hat at that point in life I really was considered attractive.

Anyway, this guy would constantly pause class to comment on the ladies and somehow no one reported him for sexual harassment. (Mind you dears this was early 2000’s, not exactly the ‘Me too’ movement era, but still ‘Pussy power’ was gaining a lot more traction.) So, class was a trip.

I passed that class with a high grade, despite arguing over a question with a grammatical error. He made the tests himself, and this was a sort of english/grammar class so at some point during the argument he called me a ‘teasing argumentative asshole’.

The passive innuendo or whatever it was went right over my head at the time. Admittedly, I didn’t actually know what a ‘tease’ was until I was like ... in my twenties. To say I was dense when it came to anything remotely sexual is an understatement. Now, even in my older adulthood I am still learning new shit. Like most gags don’t work on me.

I’ll actually elaborate a little on that, I have an issue where I bite hard when I am excited. So more than once I have been given a gag. I rip apart leather and ropes, have cut my gums up pretty bad breaking ball gags of various materials, and chains? Never again, it is both too awkward a conversation with my dentist and chipped/broken teeth are expensive. I’m perpetually broke my dudes. So either I marry a dentist with an inclination towards biting, or avoid that shit all together.

Changing gears here again, as is my style apparently. (I did mention I talk like this too right?) Can you imagine the torture I put my company through when I’m in a real life conversation? I almost feel bad for the company I keep, and yet, they are totally okay with me, or spectacular liars. I am an oddball though and I tend to attract the weird.