Now, I have no problem with fetishists, kinksters, or the like. If you find someone whose kink matches yours, more power to you.
However, if you're trying to pick someone up to go back to your sex dungeon, the best place to look probably isn't Disneyland.
It was Halloween time and my friend and I (both F20) were browsing the Haunted Mansion merch in one of the shops.
Being Halloween, the shop had some holiday appropriate t-shirts and some theme appropriate dresses we were interested in.
There had been a man (about 40ish) wandering near us for a few minutes, so we weren't too surprised when he interrupted our conversation.
Man: "So... do you like any of these costumes?"
Us: "Yeah, they're pretty neat." (All smiles, of course, assuming he was maybe looking for advice for what to buy his daughter."
Man: "So... what are you girls dressing up as for Halloween?"
Us: "Broke college students. Hah."
Man: "Does that costume have any... leather?" (breathes heavier and... creepier).
Us: "... No. Mostly sweatpants." (starts edging towards door).
Man: "If you wanted to wear leather, I have some back at my place."
Us: "Ummmm, no thanks." (we make a quick exit).
Man: *Shouts something else about leather, but we were already busy nope-ing away.
Now, if this was the end, we could brush this off, but no. This guy follows us out of the shop. And intro Adventure land. And down Mainstreet. And waits outside the women's restroom.
Keeping at a distance of about 40 feet and, like an amateur stalker, pretending to look at everything but us. We stared at him directly for awhile and he stared at a bush the entire time.
Maybe the bush liked leather- we didn't ask.
Tired of being followed and tired of not finding security, we hopped into another shop and hid in the racks.
From our best hiding place we watched him wander aimlessly for awhile growing ever frustrated. A female employee tried to approach us (the weirdos hiding), and literally all we had to do was point.
She approached the man, but that scared him off. We thanked her profusely.
So, to the Leather Man of Disneyland, maybe try Fet-life next time, or something. Seriously.