Diary of a Kinky Librarian

I’ve been feeling a bit blase about blogging and twittering this week. I have this persistent feeling of being an outsider in the blogger community, and it’s probably just my own insecurity talking. At any rate, I did experience something amusing today and I thought I’d share.

I was feeling my oats so to speak today. MasterDoc left me in the car, double parked, as he went to pick up his repaired laptop. A spot opened up, so I decided to take it rather than staying double parked. Well, as is common in squeezing into small parallel parking spots in NYC I lightly bumped the bumper of the car in front of me. All would have been fine but the guy whose car it was was inside the computer repair shop. He comes out, furious and starts berating me for hitting his 2009 car. I first go the concilliatory route and say, “I’m sorry. I am sorry,” in response to his bitching. But then my spirited side got in the mix and I said to him, “It’s the city, what do you expect?” Fact is, there was no mark on his car and if he hadn’t been right there he would have had no idea I bumped him. I get really annoyed with people who make their cars this huge priority. It’s a fucking car. You use it to get from place to place. A tiny scratch on your bumper is so fucking inevitable in New York City. Get over it.

So I’m in this spirited mood as MasterDoc and I go on to lunch. We’re passing the restaurant, looking for parking. Yes, parking in New York City. As you can imagine spaces are at a premium. One opens up just in front of us down the road and we go to take it, when a limousine driver cuts in front of us from the other side of the street and makes a u-turn to get the spot. MasterDoc is not having any of this, and as the guy goes to back into the spot he pulls in head first. So we end up in this stand off with the limo driver where neither of us quite in the spot and neither of us is willing to budge.

I settle in for the wait and say, “Oh well guess we’re sitting here for a bit.” Heh. MasterDoc says that’s something he likes about me - I get into the spirit of the thing. The limo driver had so obviously been a dick that a guy comes along walking down the street and he tells him off as he walks by. *chuckle* MasterDoc returns a call as we sit and I feel great delight in being more stubborn than the limo driver. Eventually, the limo driver gives up, makes a rude gesture to us as he pulls away and we chuckle and park the car.

As we walk to the restaurant the limo driver passes by saying, “Bastard!” And I just think this is the funniest thing in the world and burst out laughing at him, loudly. At that point MasterDoc comments on how I seem to have a sadistic side, and after some thought I have to agree. When someone’s being a total dick I take great pleasure in making them suffer. I thought the limo driver’s anger was hysterical. I would have taken great pleasure in flogging him or trampling his nuts or something. I’m so often the submissive/bottom/masochist I forget that occasionally, just occasionally, I take delight in the suffering of others. I don’t think this little tidbit will turn me into a switch, but just know that even though I’m submissive, I’m not a doormat and I can be bitchy when the occasion calls for it.

This reminds me of something I was saying to MasterDoc recently. He asked me what I was thinking one time when I looked lost in thought. I said that I was contemplating if I was switch, I could find a submissive man to do my chores around MasterDoc’s for me. I could sub-contract them out. He thought that was pretty funny and I have to say some days I wonder if it’s a viable option. I’m hardly a Domme, so I don’t know I’d have much to offer a sub man, but perhaps there’s one out there who takes joy in serving and would like being treated like a beloved pet. A girl can dream.