The people I meet everyday.: "She said she's a DOMINATRIX???"
It's rare you ge...: "She said she's a DOMINATRIX???" It's rare you get a chance to say those words out loud. In truth, it's only on TV...
Wednesday 1 October 2014
"She said she's a DOMINATRIX???"
It's rare you get a chance to say those words out loud.
In truth, it's only on TV shows like Sex and the City that the word is ever uttered.
But three days ago at work, I asked the question of a fellow colleague.
So let me present the evidence we had to go on - and let you make up your own mind whether she was or wasn't a Dominatrix.
Firstly, let's call her Eve, instead of going through our story calling her "this lady". And secondly, Eve is not her real name - for those of you warped enough to search the name Eve and Dominatrix into Google and hope to come up with something more.
Eve was a very open woman, being quite tactile. She made great eye contact and was very engaging from the start. She was funny, cheeky and flirtatious.
Eve had told my female co-worker her revelation in confidence, while she was alone. So we actually had no witness to say that she had said the words, or any proof that she was what she said she was.
When I greeted Eve for the first time, she actually touched me before saying hello back. It wasn't invasive in any way, as she gently grazed my upper arm a split second before replying. Maybe it was her way of disarming people and being friendly.
At the same time she wasn't talking to her husband, who trailed behind her. It was clear they had a disagreement prior to engaging with us.
Eve was very attractive, despite being on the wrong side of sixty. I would say she could possibly have been a model or something similar when she was younger.
She had cosmetic surgery done that was obvious to me - plumped lips and a botoxed forehead. But my male colleague pointed out that Eve's face definitely had also been lifted - as he said her skin that was initially around her cheekbones many years ago - was probably now behind her ears.
Despite her cosmetic surgery, Eve had kind eyes and a laugh that was husky and raspy in equal measure. She wore comfortable black leggings and a black top. She had a fine toned figure for a lady of her years.
As Eve became more comfortable talking in our company, she revealed a little more about herself. I noticed that the handbag cast over her shoulder had interwoven C motifs of Coco Chanel on the interior. And I kept getting the thin waft of the familiar scent of Chanel No5.
She downed a glass of white wine in such a fashion that made us gasp in surprise. I'm not sure if our astonishment was impressed or disapproving.
She talked about how herself and her husband spending equal time in both Florida and Dublin. They had a penthouse apartment in the city centre, overlooking a prominent landmark.
She talked about living close to nudist beaches in Florida - maybe she gauging how we might react before she revealed her big secret. Or maybe she just liked shocking strangers with wild tales.
At this stage, none of us knew what Eve or her husband did for a living. Our first guess was one of them was oil money and our second guess was real estate.
My female co-worker, being ever professional, tried her best to look nonplussed by her revelation, but failed miserably. Eve revealed to her that she had "whipped most of Ireland's elite classes and politicians."
Eve stated that both herself and her husband earned money in equal parts and that they shared everything. He worked in an area of business that was completely opposite to hers.
And then she produced her husbands business card as proof of his enterprise. But apart from a picture of the two of them on the reverse, there was no mention of her "occupation".
And that's why I don't think she was a Dominatrix.
Despite Eve being very entertaining and charming, I think she mainly craved attention. She loved being in the centre of everything.
I think that Eve had lots of attention to her good looks growing up and her need for plastic surgery let her hold on to it, just that bit longer. Her posturing and preening in public wanted people to notice her still.
Her need to dramatise normal situations kept her being talked about long after she had left. Despite her age, money and fading good looks, she was insecure just like most of us are about something.
But she did like the fast life. And the colour black....
It's rare you get a chance to say those words out loud.
In truth, it's only on TV shows like Sex and the City that the word is ever uttered.
But three days ago at work, I asked the question of a fellow colleague.
So let me present the evidence we had to go on - and let you make up your own mind whether she was or wasn't a Dominatrix.
Firstly, let's call her Eve, instead of going through our story calling her "this lady". And secondly, Eve is not her real name - for those of you warped enough to search the name Eve and Dominatrix into Google and hope to come up with something more.
Eve was a very open woman, being quite tactile. She made great eye contact and was very engaging from the start. She was funny, cheeky and flirtatious.
Eve had told my female co-worker her revelation in confidence, while she was alone. So we actually had no witness to say that she had said the words, or any proof that she was what she said she was.
When I greeted Eve for the first time, she actually touched me before saying hello back. It wasn't invasive in any way, as she gently grazed my upper arm a split second before replying. Maybe it was her way of disarming people and being friendly.
At the same time she wasn't talking to her husband, who trailed behind her. It was clear they had a disagreement prior to engaging with us.
Eve was very attractive, despite being on the wrong side of sixty. I would say she could possibly have been a model or something similar when she was younger.She had cosmetic surgery done that was obvious to me - plumped lips and a botoxed forehead. But my male colleague pointed out that Eve's face definitely had also been lifted - as he said her skin that was initially around her cheekbones many years ago - was probably now behind her ears.
Despite her cosmetic surgery, Eve had kind eyes and a laugh that was husky and raspy in equal measure. She wore comfortable black leggings and a black top. She had a fine toned figure for a lady of her years.
As Eve became more comfortable talking in our company, she revealed a little more about herself. I noticed that the handbag cast over her shoulder had interwoven C motifs of Coco Chanel on the interior. And I kept getting the thin waft of the familiar scent of Chanel No5.
She downed a glass of white wine in such a fashion that made us gasp in surprise. I'm not sure if our astonishment was impressed or disapproving.
She talked about how herself and her husband spending equal time in both Florida and Dublin. They had a penthouse apartment in the city centre, overlooking a prominent landmark.
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She talked about living close to nudist beaches in Florida - maybe she gauging how we might react before she revealed her big secret. Or maybe she just liked shocking strangers with wild tales.
At this stage, none of us knew what Eve or her husband did for a living. Our first guess was one of them was oil money and our second guess was real estate.
My female co-worker, being ever professional, tried her best to look nonplussed by her revelation, but failed miserably. Eve revealed to her that she had "whipped most of Ireland's elite classes and politicians."
Eve stated that both herself and her husband earned money in equal parts and that they shared everything. He worked in an area of business that was completely opposite to hers.
And then she produced her husbands business card as proof of his enterprise. But apart from a picture of the two of them on the reverse, there was no mention of her "occupation".
And that's why I don't think she was a Dominatrix.
Despite Eve being very entertaining and charming, I think she mainly craved attention. She loved being in the centre of everything.I think that Eve had lots of attention to her good looks growing up and her need for plastic surgery let her hold on to it, just that bit longer. Her posturing and preening in public wanted people to notice her still.
Her need to dramatise normal situations kept her being talked about long after she had left. Despite her age, money and fading good looks, she was insecure just like most of us are about something.
But she did like the fast life. And the colour black....
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