“I want you to give my wife a massage,” began the email. “She’s a frigid bitch and she never puts out. Though I’m sure she’s a fucking slut when I’m not around.”
I already didn’t like him. I despise the denigration of women. However, sometimes it’s worth resisting the urge to slap someone in case a more satisfying option arises.
He wanted to arrange a massage for her to get on her own and then have the details reported back to him. In his words, “I know the cunt will fuck you. I want to hear what a shitty little slut she is.”
I know sometimes people play with that kind of language. They don’t mean it. It’s a form of role play. If two consenting adults want to participate, I’m not going to judge. But the way his message read, I got the feeling it was really the way he felt. I arranged to call him to go over details of this proposed massage.