This is how I found out my partner was kinky AF. About a decade ago. Living in San Diego. It's Tuesday night. I'm in Target, going down every other fucking aisle because I can't find what I'm looking for. There's this gorgeous, hunky, red head. He's well-groomed with a nicely trimmed beard, about a foot taller than me and he keeps doing the same thing as me but from the opposite end of the aisle. Every aisle we keep locking eyes until I have to look away as I'm turning bright red. This guy is hot and keeps looking at me like I'm a snack and he hasn't eaten in months.
The boyfriend calls. I tell him what's been going on because it's been happening for almost ten minutes now, I'm very wet, and honestly a little nervous. Boyfriend tells me to hang on, he'll be there in five. Now this gorgeous ginger is coming at me again. This time I work up the nerve to not look away. I thought he'd stop, but no, he keeps walking past, eyes locked, and whispers to me, "you are so fucking beautiful." And he keeps walking.
I stop mid-stride. I mean, FUCK. I stop and turn around. He's turned around too after walking past with his seductive whisper and he starts walking up to me. The boyfriend shows up at this point. I say hi to him as he's walking up to us. Ginger takes a bit of a defensive stance. No idea what's going through his head. The boyfriend looks him up and down, looks at me, then asks, "so, are we making this happen?" as he motions between the two of us.
Ginger, without a moment's hesitation, "Yes! Definitely!" I stand there. My jaw has hit the floor. Boyfriend knows how into redheads I am but like, damn! I sheepishly nod my head and see the biggest smiles spread over their faces.
