Before you read what she sent me you should know a little about Meredith. If you had to picture her think of a librarian. A librarian who wears V-necks that plunge just a little deeper than normal. But the sweaters, glasses, hair pulled back – that’s her. Sunday school teacher, choir director, bible camp leader. She has no tattoos; was a top notch scholar in school; never smoked; and generally appears as a sweet, wholesome, young lady. It’s important to understand that in context of what she wrote to me below.
One day last spring I received the below text from Meredith. Throughout the morning we had been our usual playful selves, but then we had a long period of just being quiet. Apparently she was really thinking about me and about us. As you can read, her feelings were intense. During this quiet period, Meredith wrote this to me out of the blue:
I would get your name tattooed on my body if you told me to. Actually, more than that. If you wanted I would be branded. You could write Property of Ryan Patience. And I wouldn’t hesitate.
Do you like that you do that to me? That you make me want to give myself to you like property? That I want to give you complete control of my body?
And furthermore. No man has ever made me feel this way. I was raised to be a strong independent woman. And I know you want that for me too. But I also want to be owned by you. I want to be yours. To take your name. Give my body to you.