I say Potato...

So, I slacked off again today and went on a short notice lunch with a new man. Lets call him.. Mr F. Unusually for me, Mr F is a vanilla, which could in itself be problematic. He seems like he could easily dominate me, and be quite forceful, but he 'draws the line at causing pain' apparently. I don't think that matters too much for occasional play, really, but there are sometimes when I need something a bit edgier to get me over the .. edge and I don't need people who are scared of hurting when they're with me. This is all completely premature, as I don't know if he wants to do anything yet. I think he does. He looked at me like he did (you know what I mean), but I'm not sure the spark, sparked.

It all started pretty well. He had been fairly modest about himself in his profile on the site I had met him, and he was attractive and very imposing at well over 6 ft tall. I immediately felt good in his company. I liked him. The chat flowed, pleasantly at first, with some fairly lighthearted banter and a lot of smiling. Reader, it was going well. But the dynamic really changed when the subject drifted onto politics, and now I look back it seems like the conversation overtook the majority of our date. Essentially, Mr F seems to like an argument and, noting my fairly obvious aversion to Conservative politics he went on to defend the political decisions of the scum that govern this country and become an apologist for the utter rape of the working classes by the Thatcher government. All Labour's fault, apparently. Now, just in case you think he's stupid (thats a possible, for people who genuinely believe these things), it turns out that he doesnt think all of these things. He just wanted an argument. And he got one from me, whether he listened or not. But I think the final straw was 'But David is such a laugh at a dinner party, he's a nice chap.' Now, whether he understands his social relationship with one of the most politically offensive and yet ineffectual Prime Ministers that this country has seen in many years, is of no consequence to me or not; I care little that a man whose policies are driving thousands of working families underneath the poverty line and making the disabled and the poor pay for the mistakes of his banking buddies is a 'laugh' at a dinner party. Its nice to imagine him quaffing down the champers and caviar and having a chuckle after a 'hard day' making policies that hurt society, isn't it?

But politics aside (And really, it doesn't matter all that much that he chooses to socialise with people like that), who ever thought that provoking someone's deeply held moral convictions, for fun, on a first date was sexy? Is it? Frankly, some of the stuff he said made me a bit queasy, with his reactionary Daily Mail opinions on the unemployed and the sick. Not sexy, not fun, not light. Not verbal foreplay.
And that's  a shame, because really, I like him. Its a shame that someone articulate and funny and bright doesn't want to spend their talents seducing a woman, rather than winding her up. Oh well.