Edelweiss

I have to write about my last client.

Beautiful Persian Zoroastrian man, immaculately dressed, who brought me olives, grapes, a pear, and a pomegranate. He was a physicist by profession.

He wanted to smell my nylons while I sang to him.  I can’t sing with a good Goddamn, but I laid on top of him while he was curled up underneath the blanket like a shrimp.

I hummed Edelweiss.  I don’t know how to sing.  I can read music, but my sense of tune is completely off. I have a tin ear.

He started to cry.  He wasn’t sobbing…just, water came out of his eyes.  He was very composed.

He looked up at me and said that my hair is reddish-gold, the same color as the most expensive gold in his homeland.

Then he rolled over onto his stomach and asked me to sing some more.

I tell you this because it ripped out my heart, and it really happened.  Just now.


3 thoughts on “Edelweiss”

    1. Well, I can’t be totally sure why he was crying, because he was a brand-new client and I didn’t want to pry or be rude by asking.

      My intuition, though, and his behavior, suggested that he was crying out of catharsis and relief and even gratitude. It definitely was not a sad-cry or an angry-cry. Maybe he has some bad stressful shit going on in his life (don’t we all). I think he cried because he was lonely and just the touch of a woman lanced a boil. I think he did it (in part) because he felt safe, which is a really huge compliment, if my appraisal is correct. I think it was like crying when you go to your therapist or bomb-proof best friend?

      Thanks for reading and thanks for the comment!

      Margo

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