As a far woman, I despise the thought of being a fetish. Most men walk around and just let their member do the thinking without any concern for the person behind the object of their desire. There is a real person housed within my shrine. Everyone has their ideal of romantic perfection. I've meant a man who wanted to sway me into vegetarianism. One wanted me to pursue weightlifting. Another wanted me to wear pantyhose whenever I was around him. I wasn't I terested in any of those things. Nevertheless, I'm game for trying new things. One day the lightbulb started to flicker. Whenever a man starts to make request of me for what he thinks I should be to make "us" happier, become his living fantasy, I come up with my list of request. My request are only based on whatever it is that he obviously lacks. Guess what, without hesitation they say NO. Then I let them have it. I dump on them about their thoughtless request. Then i venture into truth. When a man does that sort of stuff, he doesn't really like me. It's all about him. I don't allow myself to be an uncompensated character in anyones fantasy.