bluenorther
Senior Don Juan
I just keep meeting them everywhere... living on the edge, or already toppled off it. You never see men getting so broken down over our choices. NEVER.
I've had this one client for years-- cute, fun, flirty, but she had a live-in boyfriend taking pretty good care of her. I never wanted to move on her, because he was a cool guy, and I didn't want to get between them. He died last year, after a long and miserable bout with colon cancer. She's got some habits I don't care for-- tobacco, and vodka with her morning o.j., but I couldn't stop dreaming about the taste of her pousse'!
So, now I'm spending serious time with her, and she's another hardcase-- greeted me Sunday, in tears. Her world's falling apart, she desperately just needs a man to hold her and let her bawl her eyes out. My hopes for a pump-and-dump evaporate. I'd feel like I'm betraying a friend-- which is right, since we've known each other so long. There's no possible way I can fix anything in her life. I can't walk away, either. We sleep together but haven't even fncked yet and she's already thinking of having me move in! Wrong-- Her house looks like it's from American Hoarders, before the crews arrive. She's gotta fix her life herself, because I can't do it for her. Well-- She can't, either.
One more discovery I made-- she smokes meth. It's why she's got teeth missing? It doesn't exactly rule her life, but at this point, I'd never tell her to quit, because it's probably the last thing keeping her going.
My last romance ended because she needed to simplify her chaotic life, so she began with me. She was the gorgeous yuppie suburban executive-trophy (ex)wife, professional architect/cheerleader mom who rides horses with her galpals. I saw her last week, and she looked like she was in pain. I'd like to ask her how things have gotten better, since she dumped me. Her friends refuse to talk about her around me.
I've had this one client for years-- cute, fun, flirty, but she had a live-in boyfriend taking pretty good care of her. I never wanted to move on her, because he was a cool guy, and I didn't want to get between them. He died last year, after a long and miserable bout with colon cancer. She's got some habits I don't care for-- tobacco, and vodka with her morning o.j., but I couldn't stop dreaming about the taste of her pousse'!
So, now I'm spending serious time with her, and she's another hardcase-- greeted me Sunday, in tears. Her world's falling apart, she desperately just needs a man to hold her and let her bawl her eyes out. My hopes for a pump-and-dump evaporate. I'd feel like I'm betraying a friend-- which is right, since we've known each other so long. There's no possible way I can fix anything in her life. I can't walk away, either. We sleep together but haven't even fncked yet and she's already thinking of having me move in! Wrong-- Her house looks like it's from American Hoarders, before the crews arrive. She's gotta fix her life herself, because I can't do it for her. Well-- She can't, either.
One more discovery I made-- she smokes meth. It's why she's got teeth missing? It doesn't exactly rule her life, but at this point, I'd never tell her to quit, because it's probably the last thing keeping her going.
My last romance ended because she needed to simplify her chaotic life, so she began with me. She was the gorgeous yuppie suburban executive-trophy (ex)wife, professional architect/cheerleader mom who rides horses with her galpals. I saw her last week, and she looked like she was in pain. I'd like to ask her how things have gotten better, since she dumped me. Her friends refuse to talk about her around me.