Thanks, Dad!

So my Dad looks at me over dinner and says “So how long have you been in the escort business?”


I almost choked on my orange crush. He was only kidding, in reference to my trip to Cancun with a friend in December, but the whole thing caught me so off guard I almost barfed.

It got me thinking…what if Sir Bod A Lot had come in to my life before sugar? Would we have been together? Probably not, I’m seemingly not enough for him to feel the need to let go of any reservations about relationships. That’s seriously like the fourth time I’ve dealt with broken birds like this. If they weren’t already so badly broken, I’d half be tempted to break them even more. That would be satisfying, I think.

I need wine.


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