Carl Foster of Tampa, a man who identifies as sexually submissive, is frustrated that he’s having trouble getting dates.
“I don’t understand. I’m a good guy. I really am,” he said, while eating dinner alone at Skyye Bar & Grill. “I own a home in a nice neighborhood. I have a good job. I’m in good shape physically. I’m open-minded. I don’t drink to excess or use drugs. Obviously, I’m inclined to be attentive to a woman’s needs. I’d think I’d be considered a catch.”
“At this stage in my life, I kind of want to settle down with someone. Have a couple of kids, maybe coach youth sports. Just share my life, you know?” he added. “I can’t imagine what the problem is but no matter what I do, I can’t seem to meet anyone.”
“You don’t think it’s the black, leather mask with a zipper over the mouth, do you?” he asked plaintively.
“It’s definitely the mask,” said Pam Palmer, an attractive and eligible woman from Tampa eating at a nearby table with two equally hot, single female friends. “WTF is with that creepy thing?”