You can not rape the willing.

I was thinking about the people around here I’d like to kidnap and why. The first few people who popped into my head were MD, and Sam. MD, because I met this wonderful woman this morning over lunch and coffee and I think she could use a break; and Sam because he’s quickly becoming one of my favorite people around here; and he’s already planning on coming back to the UAE so he’s an easy target.

I was thinking up sophisticated plans about how I’d pull off each attempt without hurting either of them, right down to where I’d buy the cuffs to keep them in, and blind-folds to block their vision, until I revealed the identity of their kidnapper, and giggled the whole thing off.

But then I realized something… I don’t want to be the kidnapper. I want to be kidnapped. I’m sick of being in control of my life. I suck at decision making. I want someone else to do it for a while. I really do.