Wedgie Me, Please!

Cinderella of the blog: Amy

I met this guy on Tinder, who seemed nice and normal. We had been on a few dates. Things seemed to be going okay until about the third one. On this date, he showed me some photos of him being wedgied. At the time, it seemed vaguely funny, and we laughed about it. Afterward, he kept sending me pictures of it being done to people, saying, “Isn’t this funny?" It’s seemed a bit weird, but I just ignored it.

He then asked me on an overnight date, well, a weekend getaway. I agreed. We were drunk at dinner one night, and he asked me if I would wedgie him. What? Was he joking? He had to be joking. He then repeated himself, admitting he had a fetish for being wedgied by women. I sidestepped the issue and chalked it up to us, being extremely intoxicated.

We didn't speak of it the next day as we road-tripped home.

Later that week, after we were back home, he plucked up the courage and asked me by text if I would do it to him. Honestly, this was too much. Too weird. I told him he’d need to source his wedgies and dates elsewhere!

So, wedgie fetishes appear to be a thing. Given how disastrous my dating life is, it could have been worse. I could have made my date's wildest fantasies come true and given him a wedgie.