If I get more messages about "want me be your submissive" or some such crap where they obviously don't speak English I may run out of people I can block. I suppose there isn't a lot CollarMe can do about foreign scammers, and it is always pleasing to meet a real submissive from another country, but give me a break the "want me be your submissive" stuff is about as obvious a scam as it gets.

I suppose submissives have to put up with idiotic wannabe's looking to score a piece of ass so dominants have to put up with hairy Russian guys pretending to be little blonde females

After writing my last journal entry I was surprised to find it had an audience. That audience was composed of at least three submissives who were not very happy with what I had written.

For the benefit of all those readers who might be interested I decided to post the most interesting message I received as a result of my last journal post. What follows the message I received is my reply. Of course the names have been changed- or omitted- to protect the innocent.

I certainly hope I don't offend anyone's tender sensibilities, and please make sure all pets and small children are out of the room before reading this.

"Since you took the time to read and send me this message I feel I should respond.

The comments I made were based on the fact we were together for about 18-24 months. During this time she was getting ready to apply to grad school for nutrition. At that time among the things she told me was that she would never work in a restaurant- especially one that served meat- since she had become a vegetarian.

Additionally, since it was lunch time and she was there working I have to assume she either didn't get into grad school or had dropped out since you are not allowed to work when enrolled in the program she was applying for. Of course it is possible that she had graduated early, gotten a job as a nutritionist at night, had changed her mind about working in a restaurant and was merely working there- as you said- for some extra money.

Optimism is a wonderful thing but when divorced from realism it is less desirable. You do have a point though. When we broke up she told me her life would fall to pieces, but if I take your view of things my conscious rests more soundly. I think you are right- she is probably deliriously happy and I should think no more about her."

     Across the street from my office is a BBQ restaurant. A home cooking sort of place. I had been by there once before but hadn't been back in months.

     It's time for lunch (or it was about two weeks ago when this happened) and I decide wtf, it's close by and the food is good. I drove over, got out and the waitress seated me with a big smile. She was quite attractve which certainly never hurts.

     I'm taking off my coat, getting out all the technojunk in my pockets and I look out the window and there is the submissive I was dating from four years ago. She was a good sub, she liked dressing up in creative ways, but she didn't take the breakup real well.

     So she walks in the door and I realize, from her amazingly stylish teal t-shirt that she works at the place. I didn't really know how to take that.

     I didn't think she would spit in my food or anything- well probably not, but I didn't exactly want to sit around and listen to her tell me how shitty her life was since we broke up either. There are other places to eat so I tossed a few bucks on the table and left.

     I've thought about it a few times since then. She had big plans for what she wanted to do after college and it looks like not a lot came of them.

    Don't get me wrong. I am a big believer in waitresses/waiters and service people in general. Someone has to serve the public in general- and me specifically- but it was just odd to see her there like that.

I am very busy setting up my new office. All the messages are pleasing but I won't have much time 'til after the first of the year.

Have a good New Year.

Went to a Christmas party last night. I was the only person there from the United States. It was very different.

All the people there had a master's degree or better. Most were working on a  PhD but when the alcohol was flowing and the music was playing... well, let's just say their animal instincts overwhelmed their higher education.

Of course the funniest part was when the girl from Romania started trying to convince our male Korean host to do a strip tease for us. She seemed obsessed with finding out how much body hair he had. I think her husband may have been a bit jealous, but Romanian men are notoriously hairy.