Strange Turn of Events

Tonight was weird. I wrote half a blog entry about my first client, but then was called to my second. He asked to book for half an hour, which annoys me on a Friday night as it wastes my time, but right now I’m scrambling for money before tuition and rent is due. He lived so close to where I was already, I figured I could be there and back having drinks with my friends in 45 minutes.

I’ve been to his apartment a couple times before. Each client were of the same demographic. Mid to late 20’s, attractive, and making really good money in finance. His apartment was very well styled, and we chatted for a bit while enjoying a glass of wine.

I teased him a little, “Is this what you do before you go out on the town?” I asked referring to the Something About Mary reference. He denied it saying he never went out.

The conversation was good, but half an hour goes by, and I suggested we go in to the bedroom. He had a nervous laugh to him. It’s not often that I get nervous, but I did for some reason. The vibe was off. I stood in front of him, as I usually do, and got close to him. I took off his hat, then I took off my dress, and I leaned into kiss his neck, and he chuckled. I took his hands and put them around me, and tried to make him feel more comfortable, but it didn’t seem to be working. When I tried to help him out of his shirt, he didn’t raise his arms.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do the bed thing,” He said.

“Did you want to do the couch thing?” I asked. I thought maybe he had a girlfriend, which made the bed sacred.

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

“Ok,” I said, using a tone that I hoped would make him feel more comfortable, “It’s just that half an hour isn’t a long time if you had expectations.”

“Yeah, I know,” He said and laughed again.

“It’s ok if you want to hang out.” I reached for my dress and tried to put it back on as un-awkwardly as possible.

Then we went to the kitchen and talked for the next 20 minutes. I got my time call, and I stayed. We talked about his work, and relationships, and Burning Man and all sorts of things.

Then I did the unspeakable.

I invited him to come back to the bar with me and join my friends and I for some drinks. And he did!!! I felt weird about the whole thing. This was so against my rules. But, really, I wasn’t going on a date with him. I actually thought it would be good to set him up with my friend who was celebrating tonight. And he wasn’t getting free sex. And he seemed like a very reasonable guy. So I figured, it wasn’t the worst idea in the world.

We had a really good time. He only stayed for the first venue, and we were stuck at a table with these really obnoxious women, but it united us against them. Then when we moved to another table, he told them that we were married and made up this elaborate story of our wedding in Maui.

I continued on to the next venue with the party, but only lasted about 15 minutes, before I declared myself too tired. We texted a little after we parted ways. He expressed regret over not taking advantage of the situation, and asked if I wanted more. I responded by saying;

“It depends on who you ask. Megan [that’s my new name] is available for the next half hour, and Realme likes a gentleman.” That last bit was in reference to something said earlier.

He didn’t respond.

I have no regrets.