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Stilllearning2b
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I saw you out of the corner of my eye. Honestly, I was just trying to find the ripest cantaloupe. As I searched the produce aisle for the local grown cantaloupes, I spotted you. I tried not to stare, but there was just something about you. Perhaps it was the posture, the determination on your face, the way you stood there at the deli case.
I looked away, trying to focus back on why I was at the grocery store. Fruit. Cantaloupe. Getting back on task locating the prized cantaloupe, there came a commotion over by the deli area. I could overhear the conversation getting louder as some man kept screaming “I will not!”
Looking over, a man was yelling at the person behind the counter that he would not put on a mask and that she needed to serve him with or without a mask. Clearly flustered and intimidated by the boorish man, the worker mustered the courage to ask again for the man to put on a mask.
That is when I saw you step in. Focusing your attention to the worker, you commended her for her poise and doing her job. You complimented her on her demeanor when dealing with frustrating customers. You thanked her (using her name from her name tag)for being an essential worker. And without missing a beat, you spoke to the customer without giving him any attention on how he should be treating Sarah.
I watched in awe as you held your ground.
I admit, I lost focus on why I was at the store and started to follow you. I know it sounds creepy, but I was mesmerized. How you handled yourself, your confidence, your compassion for Sarah, your confidence in dealing with the jerk. And yes, those high heels you wore while shopping.
I wish I had the confidence then to introduce myself.
Was it you? Are you the one?
What I lacked then, I have now. I would like to ask you to help me on my journey.
As I have gotten older, I now realize my attraction for and need of a strong, confident woman. A Domme. Not to sissify me, or to degrade me. But one who knows how to draw out my desires and passions. One who wants to share a journey with me.
Was it you? Please message me.
I looked away, trying to focus back on why I was at the grocery store. Fruit. Cantaloupe. Getting back on task locating the prized cantaloupe, there came a commotion over by the deli area. I could overhear the conversation getting louder as some man kept screaming “I will not!”
Looking over, a man was yelling at the person behind the counter that he would not put on a mask and that she needed to serve him with or without a mask. Clearly flustered and intimidated by the boorish man, the worker mustered the courage to ask again for the man to put on a mask.
That is when I saw you step in. Focusing your attention to the worker, you commended her for her poise and doing her job. You complimented her on her demeanor when dealing with frustrating customers. You thanked her (using her name from her name tag)for being an essential worker. And without missing a beat, you spoke to the customer without giving him any attention on how he should be treating Sarah.
I watched in awe as you held your ground.
I admit, I lost focus on why I was at the store and started to follow you. I know it sounds creepy, but I was mesmerized. How you handled yourself, your confidence, your compassion for Sarah, your confidence in dealing with the jerk. And yes, those high heels you wore while shopping.
I wish I had the confidence then to introduce myself.
Was it you? Are you the one?
What I lacked then, I have now. I would like to ask you to help me on my journey.
As I have gotten older, I now realize my attraction for and need of a strong, confident woman. A Domme. Not to sissify me, or to degrade me. But one who knows how to draw out my desires and passions. One who wants to share a journey with me.
Was it you? Please message me.
