I just wanted to express appreciation for a great, generous man today.
I left rehab (I’m still going to outpatient rehab for my drinking problem) early to attend a session with a new guy.
I came home, made sure my apartment was spotless, and got all leathered up (he’s a leather fetishist) and did my hair and makeup all pretty, and the jerk NO CALL NO SHOWED.
I understand that 80% of my clients are married and scheming around to see me. I understand they are lying to get away from work or their families. I get it. I really do. One little thing goes wrong, and they can’t get away to see me.
But you stand me up, and you can’t even email me to apologize and cancel?
Well, I tweeted about it, because I was pissed. Twitter is stupid, but, for some reason, I love it. Very passive form of communication.
In rushes a longtime, established client, who actually knows about my blog and who has been in my home.
He shot me $200 to “make sure I was okay.” He saved the day! Normally, I’m very wary of a man trying to give me unearned cash, but I’ve known him for over a year and I know he’s not trying to manipulate me/bully me with money.
You know a good man when he puts his money where his mouth is. A good man wants to take care of the women in his life, because he KNOWS that we are taking care of him.
I will date a poor man. I will never again date a cheap one. Crucial distinction.
Thank you so much for your help. You saved the day, Sir. Next session is on me.