I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell this story.
It’s the story of me and someone I dated who had an infantilism fetish.
Now the first thing you should know is that I don’t knock anyone’s fetish.
And because of that, I thought well hey, maybe I can do this.
After all, I’ve got the muffins for it.
But as it turns out, no.
I do not have the composition necessary to engage in these activities.
For one, the milk has long since dried up and I’m not anxious to get it back.
I felt like a big lactating cow when I was nursing my kids.
And another thing – when someone calls me “mommy” I think of my babies which is great when you’re raising kids but awful when you’re trying to get your groove on.
I politely asked him to me called “Mimi” instead of “mommy” but that didn’t cut it with this guy.
My foray into infantilism lasted all of one date.
When it’s not for you, it’s clear that IT’S NOT FOR YOU.
And that’s when I realized I was looking for something different.
Perhaps a man who doesn’t sign all his text messages with the milk bottle and water droplet emoji.
Now, you may think of this as a setback but every time I clarify one more thing I’m not looking for, and I’m confident it’s not for me, well that just puts me one step closer to knowing what I DO want.
So I can confidently say I know one more thing about myself.
I’ll get to where I need to be by process of elimination.