Flying towards the death star

There is this moment in the conversation when you realize that everything has shifted. Its like that moment in Star Wars when Luke first says he has a bad feeling about flying towards the death star for the first time. I mean why wouldn't he have a bad feeling when on the run from TheEmpire and being sucked towards a mysterious space station that's right in the neighborhood the now missing planet he was running too. 

So I was in the middle of that moment, except that I was chatting with a man I'd met on Ok Cupid. You see I'd met this man the night after we'd had a roughly four to six hour conversation. That included at least two hours of phone sex. I bet you didn't know you could have phone sex for two hours. We met in Claremont over a flavorless Italian meal. I thought he was too short, too pedantic, and lacking in any of the charisma he'd had over the phone the previous evening. I think he found me high strung, needy, and high maintenance. But I didn't ask him. At the end of the date he declared that he felt that we had more of friend vibe and I agreed. No harm done, I went home and didn't give it much thought. A few days later, we were texting back and forth which quickly progressed to a phone call, which led to another round of extremely hot phone sex. Phone sex that left me so spent and yet so turned on and so lonely that I would have fucked nearly anyone. I hate that feeling. Its a lot like flying towards the death star. You know its a bad idea but you can't help it, you are sucked in a tractor beam and you can't escape.

 We didn't really chat again for few days, but when we did it was two lines of text before we were on the phone and he was whispering degrading things in my ear and we were off to the races. I didn't get to sleep till 2:00 am. And if that wasn't enough we continued by text throughout the next day. It nearly curled my therapists hair when I let her read them. Now my therapist is a tall beautiful black woman but I swear she blushed when she read that this man thought it was sexy when I was stupid, so sexy in fact that he wanted to put his cock in my empty head. Oh yeah, I let my therapist read my sex messages.

 You seem I am  in therapy because I have difficulty forming meaningful, safe, healthy relationships with men. She couldn't understand how this kind of objectification and degradation could possibly turn me on. Couldn't I see that this person didn't care about me? But the problem is when you get off on being objectified, on being used, abused, humiliated, and degraded; it can be difficult to see that you are being used. After all, what other people call abuse I call affection. You see its like that  moment in Star Wars, when you thought the Death Star was a small moon. 

So I was chatting with this man, when I mentioned that our phone sex was having some unintended emotional consequences and that it left me in need of a little comfort. He revealed that he was not in a place to comfort me. It should be noted that this place had nothing to do with his physical location. Nope, it was that he was unable to be emotionally comforting to the woman he was mentally fucking the night before. And it was in that moment that flying towards a small moon became flying towards the death star.