The guy I’m dating has asked me to write a list of things I want before I go to his house this weekend. He’s very submissive, and he says he’ll buy anything to please me. Anything. A word that apparently shuts down every part of my brain responsible for wanting things.
So far, I have flowers and chocolate. A perfectly respectable selection, provided the assignment is to stock a small Valentine’s Day display.
I’m not planning to go wild. His offer doesn’t make me want to discover how much financial damage I can cause before Sunday. I like the idea of receiving something thoughtful, and he clearly likes the idea of getting it for me. That part seems straightforward.
The difficulty is that he seems to want a challenge. Not necessarily with every item, but perhaps one or two things that require some effort. Something he can go out of his way to find. At least, that’s how I’m reading it.
Which makes my bouquet-and-chocolate proposal feel a little underambitious. Both are lovely. Both are also available in the same grocery store, possibly before he’s even reached the bread.
I’m trying to think of something I actually want that would give him the experience he seems to be asking for. The word “actually” is doing some work there. I don’t want to request a difficult thing purely because it’s difficult, then have to be delighted by an object I never wanted in the first place.
It’s an odd little problem: he’s offered to indulge me, and I’ve responded by becoming deeply practical. Given an unrestricted wish list, I apparently need clearer instructions.
The weekend is approaching. Flowers are still on the list. Chocolate is holding its position. I just can’t think of the thing that would make him say, with satisfaction, “That took some finding.”
