These are texts.
Realme: Sweet Jesus mother fucking god damn Christ
Realme: Fucking cock fucker fuck fuck fuck bitch god damn
it.
Joon: You Alright
Realme: I’m on a job with god dam fuck mother fucking Ed’s
god damn daughter
Joon: I’ll get your G & T ready
Realme: Fucking hell god damn fuck Christ Almighty
Realme: Fuck
Joon: You’ve got to be kidding me
Realme: Fucking bloody shitballs fuck
Joon: Fuuuuuck
Realme: Fuck
Background:
Circa
2006-2009 I dated a man named Ed. Ed was 19 years older than me. Ed had a
daughter. She was a little irrational. When ever there was she encountered
difficulties and there was the clearly right choice to make, then there the was
the bat crazy choice to make, she would take the bat-shit crazy approach. There
was a point where she was over for dinner and Ed and I were discussing with her
our plans to move to the coast, and perhaps down the road get married. I asked
her what she thought of that.
“That’s not
going to fucking happen,” She said looking me square in the eye. I looked at Ed
expecting him to do something. He did nothing. After she left, I told him I
would never again tolerate being disrespected like that in my own home. Throw
down.
In addition
to being bat-shit crazy, she also had about forty pounds on me, and for about a
year and half after Ed and I broke up (something she told me I was not allowed
to do) I was legitimately afraid that she would kick my ass if I ran into her
on the street. I think she was 17 to my 23 years of age.
Fast Forward To Present:
It’s a
three girl call. One of the girl’s a girl I’ve worked with three or four times
previously who is quite lovely, and the other girl is a new hire as a result of
our main competitors shutting down. As per the code we all met half a block
away to ensure we are all on the same page with rates and rules, and walk to
the house making small chat. It’s dark and it’s winter. I thought the new girl
was pretty, but didn’t pay much attention to her.
We get inside,
and there’s the production of introductions, being sized up and inappropriate
jokes as we’re ushered into the kitchen. I look at the new girls hair, and
think, “Ewww, perhaps not so pretty.” She was a day or two past hair washing
time. Yeah. I’m a snob. I continue to eye her up and look at her fake nails as
she picked at them. The my focus is distracted to call the agency, let them
know we’ve made it ok, and that we were staying for an hour. Switch focus to
the men as we discus the rules and rates. Focus back to new girl. The way she’s
picking her nails. It’s familiar. Her voice. The slight hint of nasilness in
her voice.
“No. It
can’t be,” I think. She clarifies the johns question about the rates, and
glances at me. I avert eye contact. It’s her I realise. It’s Ed’s fucking
daughter. I haven’t seen her in years and there’s been many times that I’ve
mistaken other girls for her, but this is her for sure. I don’t know what to
do. I start freaking out. How does this shit happen? Am I in the twilight zone?
Game face Realme. Regardless of what happens, I need to play it cool for the
next 50 minutes. I know that running into someone I knew was only a matter of
time, but her? I admit I can’t think of anyone I would like to run into by accident, but seriously, her!?!?
Mr. Rough
and Gruff grabs me by the hand and leads me downstairs as the other two make
their choices and head to the bedrooms upstairs of the split level. There are
no bedrooms were we go, just the couch at the bottom of the stairs which is in
plain view from the kitchen table.
Mr. Rough
and Gruff is quite drunk, but is still trying to be a gentleman and decides to
take a shower before we get too comfortable, and I take that opportunity to
call the agency.
“Melissa,
it’s Realme, what’s that the other girls real name? Didn’t you say it was
Lacy?”
“Lacy, hell
no. What’s going on over there? Is everything ok?”
“No, yeah. Everything is fine.
What’s her name again?”
“It’s
Krista.”
“Fuck me.”
“WHAT IS
GOING ON?” Melissa demanded.
“I used to
date her Dad.”
“What.
Krista’s? What do you mean?”
“I used to
date a guy who was 19 years older than me. He had two kids. And one grand kid
for that matter. One of those kids was Krista.”
The water
in the shower turned off.
“I gotta
go.”
I set up
the pillows and throw blanket on the floor so that the couch would hide us if
Krista finished up first.
We finished
at the same time. Way before Maria did. So we had to sit there and make small
chat with each other. I knew by the way she looked at me she had figured it out
too.
Maria,
always takes a long time to finish, but this time felt like eternity. It was so
awkward. Honestly I wanted to ask her how her little boy was doing. Ed told me
that after we broke up he would look for me around the house calling out my
name. I miss the little guy. But nope. Real me wasn’t sitting at that table.
Alison was.
Once I got
in my car I was able to lose my shit appropriately. I called the agency to let
her know I was out and ranted for a bit.
“Yeah she
already called me,” Melissa told me, “She wanted to know your real name, but I
wasn’t telling her shit. I told her that you guys need to sort out your own
fucking issues. It’s not my place to tell her who you are.”
“That’s
really sweet Melissa, but you didn’t have to do that. Seriously though, this
shit doesn’t happen!”
“Sure it
does.”
“What?
Bullshit! No, it doesn’t!”
“It
happened to you, didn’t it?”
“Yeah,
cause shit like this always happens to me.”
“So, see? It happens”
“Fuck.”
When I got
home Joon had two shots lined up for me, a taxi waiting and a quick change of
clothes. We were hitting the bar, and we were going to hit it hard. Tequilas
and doubles for the rest of the night.
