Posted by Fatboy on February 03, 2010 at 10:42 [71.193.64.243]
For a first date it started out pretty normal. I chose to meet him at the restaurant rather than have him pick me up. This way if things go wrong, we can just split the check and go our separate ways. I'm not the kind of girl who expects a guy to pick up the check if things don't go well. "Well thanks for the $40 red snapper, sorry your investment was waisted!"
He seemed like a nice enough guy though, you know, a friend of a friend. Seen him around once in a while, never really caught my eye, but who knows? He picked a nice place, so I figured him for some class and looked forward to a nice meal if nothing else.
He waited for me at the bar, even though our table was ready and asked what I would like to drink. Again all signs looking positive. As he turned to the bar and ordered I noticed his butt looked bigger than I remembered, although like I said I never really checked him out.
Our drinks were made, his second, my first and he said our table was ready if I would like to sit down. I said, "Great" and he lead the way. There was a funny sashay to his walk I notice as he lead the way to our table and I could not help but wonder why his butt looked, well, puffy is the only way I could describe it.
I dismissed it as we sat down and started a very good conversation about funny moments in life. The ones that come out of no where and just make everything seem right, or exciting or what ever good emotions come from happy moments.
The meal was good and I thought we were headed for and after dinner drink at my place when he dropped the bombshell. "By the way," he said out of the blue, "I have a diaper fetish." Then spooned some dessert into his mouth.
"I'm sorry, what now?" I said for lack of anything better. He finished chewing, swallowed and said, "I have a diaper fetish, just wanted to get that out of the way." To be honest, I never thought of myself as sheltered or unenlightened to the world around me, but I had never heard of what ever it was he was talking about. And that is what I said, "I have no idea what that means."
Now please understand here, he spoke those words, "I have a diaper fetish," in exactly the same way you would say, "I have a mole on my right shoulder." Or, "The maple tree on my street drips sap on my car." It was emotionless and gave me no inkling as to how I should take that statement let alone its meaning.
I think my lack of understanding tripped him up a little because suddenly he seemed nervous. He started to stutter a little and had fight to get the words out. "I'm a, I get a thrill, that is to say, I am turned on by um, wearing diapers."
OK, if you are going to make a hard left turn people, please use your turn signal. I just didn't know what to do with this bit of information. I stared. Then I stared some more. I understood why his butt looked puffy and I kinda felt put upon. I guess it would be equivalent to being told at dinner that your date is wearing a condom already. Only you could understand why he was wearing a condom.
He started to get very uncomfortable at my prolonged stare, as he should and so I said, "Um, so you are wearing a diaper right now?" Blushing a bit he nodded. He followed that with a small grin, like this was all part of the fun for him. This is where I snapped.
"Ok, let me get this straight. You attend our first date with your only goal being to get me involved in some sex game you enjoy?" He tried to explain why my use of the word 'attend' was kind of funny here and I told him I wasn't laughing. "Do you not see how I could feel a little used by you in this scenario?" But he said, "Look, this is part of me, it always has been. If I where lucky, the only thing that would turn me on would be big tits and a nice ass! Both of which you have by the way, but that isn't all. I am turned on by diapers, odd but benign, and for the record, even though you didn't mention it, this has nothing to do with children. So, either it is something you can or can not deal with and it's best you know before you invest a lot of time and emotion into something that may not work for you."
I gotta say, his confidence was impressive. I started to feel like there was something wrong with me. Luckily, the thought of this guy in a big diaper snapped me back to reality and I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I paid the check on my way out and hit the streets. It made me laugh, wondering how long he waited for me to come back and knowing, he could wait a long time, he was diapered.
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