He called and spoke in rapid fire. I immediately thought tweaker, it being late at night helped with that assessment. He wanted to talk about his mistress and how he was “owned” property and involved in a slave contract and by wanting to talk i mean he wanted to talk and he wanted me to listen. My trying to interject into the conversation with anything substantial was met by a long pause and him going right back into his spiel after a short dismissal of anything I said. (Yay! a drugged up self involved “submissive”) I decided to just give him some “yeahs”, “oh reallys” and my favorite leading question “how did that make you feel” When he told me that his mistress made him eat off the floor and that she once stepped on his food and he had to eat it off her shoe i responded with “well, a mans gotta eat” when he told me he was made to sleep in the pantry, i responded with “at least you’ll never be hungry” and he interjected too many personal details about this supposed “mistress” i assume in hopes of getting me to believe it was all so true, where she went to school, her fist and last name. He tried desperately to try and shock me with tales of piss and scat. I just played along as if it was the most normal thing ever give him my now standard responses and acted like it was not a big deal and everyone did those things and as a result he kept talking and talking and talking. His story getting more and more outrageous. He reloaded his call 3 times and kept talking in his rapid fire tweaker way, on his merry meth path with no deviations. I made my quota for the day, i don’t know what he got out of it. A way to pass some tweaked out time maybe? who knows really.
When he left me feedback i swear i did a spit take. He rated me 5 stars and called me a “good conversationalist” My god, if that what he thinks a conversation is, he needs to go back to interpersonal communications school and stat!