Tinder-ly Tied Up

Work, is for working, or so I’ve been told.

Today, however, was a Tinder moment…at least for Dan-chan. A fact I didn’t know when I walked away from my desk. If I had known I might have been prepared upon return.

Honestly though, nothing can prepare you for the question of, “What’s a Dom?” This is especially true when your focus is not spilling your coffee.

Now, I would expect to be asked about client issues. Maybe even asked about plans for the holidays, or the office holiday party. I would even be prepared to answer a question on hair, makeup, clothing, shoes, etc. Common themes you’d hear conversed about in an office. “What’s a Dom?,” does not rank in my ‘Causal Conversations’ list.

The root cause of this question was, of course, Tinder. Dan-chan had chanced across Brett, a Dom. At least that is what he had listed on his profile. The debate ensued as to whether to swipe right, or pass. The problem: No one could tell Daniella what Dom meant.

There is no way to have a conversation on BDSM without embarrassing some parties involved. And…to avoid potential visits from, or to, HR the solution was simple. I’m buying her a book! In the meantime she should probably say no to Brett.

I can’t wait to see what tomorrows question will be….

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