Teacher, Teacher, I declaire, I see Red's underware

So the adventures of RED continue!

I don't think I've been on the dating  site for a whole week yet . . . and I have had over 600 messages  . . . I know this because my phone keeps pinging everytime one comes in.  And my email is crazy full . . . 

But, thats beside the point, I signed myself up for this, and I'm going to stick it out . . . or die trying. 

Let me tell you about his little gem . . .  We will call him "Teacher, Teacher." 

So Teacher, Teacher messaged me.  51 years old, I think he deleted a few years, he looked older than that to me.  Has a Masters in Elementray Ed, and worked in Special Ed.    (Sounds like he would be a perfect match for me, as I LOVE Elementary Ed, it holds a special place in my heart~ But that's a different life, I would have to do a different blog about that . . . and heck, I can hardly keep up with this one.)

He was witty and charming, and asked me a lot of questions . . . I like it best when they ask questions and kind of steer the conversation.  (That way I'm not just babbling at them with random stuff and giving them too much information about me.  Ok, so the total opposite of what I do here)

Well,  Teacher, Teacher, asks me if I like to dress up, in one of those~ gettting to know you ways, are you a tomboy, are you a girlie girl . . .  And me being "Not blond" but acting like it sometimes thinks he is just making conversation.  So I tell him I love to dress up, that I wear a lot of dresses and they make me feel good. 

Teach, Teacher likes this and then asks me if I wear matching shoes, to my outfits . . .  Well, if you know me longer than a minute you know that I am Matchy Matchy . . . If I can, my EVERYTHING MATCHES . . . my clothes and my undies and my shoes, and my jewerly . . . I can even come up with a hairdo that will match  . . .  I'm good like that.   

Our conversation evolves and we talk about other things . . .  and my sweet little head is filled with it's normal stuff~ "ooo shinny"  and I don't think anything more about his outfit questions.

A day or two later, I am considering going to coffee with Teacher Teacher.  And we are working on setting that up . . .  Barnes and Noble  (Yes you do senses a pattern, it's cheap, it's easy, it doesn't require a long date . . .  and there are tons of people around)  And Teacher, Teacher says, "While we are at the book store, can we look at Erotica?" 

RED, pick your jaw up off the ground . . . . 

WHAT?!?!?! 

So I give him my standard line, "I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way."  And then I pretty much stop talking with him. 

How did this man just ask me if we could look at erotica  on a FIRST DATE?!?!

And when I respond to him, he says, "Well we talked about my fetish before." 

WAS I THERE WHEN WE HAD THIS CONVERSATION?  Because I think I would have remembered having it! (Don't get me wrong, I think a little sexy talk is all good . . . but . . . typically I don't do it, on the computer (my super secret spy training told me, never leave a paper trail.)

Then he tells me that Busty women have a harder time wearing a corset, but he would happily get one made for me.   

WHAT?!?!?  (When did I say I would wear a corset for him???  When did I say I would even see him?)

Ok, I've totally lost control of this conversation.  So I ask him where he got his information  . . .  and how he thought it was ok to talk to me like this . . .

He said that we had talked about his fetish before . . . ok, I think I may have been abducted by little green men at that moment (I'll check for the probe later.), so ok, and how did this conversation go, I ask.  And he tells me when he asked me if I liked to dress up . . .  Well Crap, now I can't even tell some one that I know how to dress, that I like being a girl, that wearing a dress and getting dolled up now is fetish talk for, "oh baby, buy me a corset and let me wear my stilettos for you.  I'll let you sniff my pantyhose . . . "

Then he keeps asking me, "What do you find attractive about me?" 

Humm . . .  well, that may be a post of its own, in what I find attractive about a man . . .  But as far as Teacher, Teacher goes . . . I don't find much attractive at this point.

And he asks me why I'm not flirting any more . . .  humm . . . was I ever really ever flirting with him . . . I don't think so . . .  But then I guess you never know who is sitting on the other side of the computer and twisting and turning every word you say . . . while the get out the peanut butter and jelly and smear it all over their chests . . . . 

Well, Teacher, Teacher, gets his panties (Maybe I should say Corset) in a twist, because I'm like "I don't find you attractive . . .  to me it's multi layered . . . at this point, I am simply trying to see if I want to know you more, and since you over stepped my boundry . . . I don't."  more pantie twisting on his part (The only ones who love corsets are the ones that DON'T have to wear them.  Have you ever tried to stuff 36E Breasts in to a corset??  Not fun . . . it could be an olympic sport . . . its hard to wrangle those suckers, you get one stuffed in and the other pops out . . .  it take like 4 people to get one girlie in a corset!)  . . .  and then the ratbastard deleted me . . .

HE DELETED ME!!! 

Can you believe it? 

I wanted to delete him!  Doesn't he know how this game is played?  "I" ~ RED, get to do the deleting . . . 

And that is the story of "Teacher, Teacher and the underwear"