Jan 23, 2010 23:53
I...almost made the mistake of sleeping with a client tonight. Of the years that I've worked here, I can distinguish my personal affairs from the ones I have while working as an escort, and I usually avoid the slip-up I had tonight. I have only known her a good week, but after spending most of my evenings taking her dancing and going to a small dinner just before I take her home every night, apparently I dropped my guard tonight.
I picked her up today after I got done doing my daily two mile walk/run with Evey, and I took her to the salsa lesson and then out to dinner like we've been doing. But when I walked her up to her doorstep, a few glances were exchanged and before I knew it there was a couch, some clothes discarded on the floor and then the clumsy stumble to the bedroom. It felt....great, but it wasn't until she started to unbuckle my belt when reality sunk in and I pulled away, making up some stupid ass excuse as to why I had to leave.
Yes I know I can be an asshole most of the time, but I do have certain standards and I do not want to stoop that low. I came home, took a cold shower and then reread some of the symptoms of having a concussion, a tumor, and what these pills are capable of. Lo and behold, my sex drive may be altered; side effect or symptom. Maybe it's the drugs or maybe it's the fact that it's been over ten months since I've last had sex and I gave myself the biggest set of blue balls. I almost had a damn sexy woman under me when god damn Jiminy Cricket told me "No, you can go another night without any."
....fucking hell, I really hope these pills are worth it because I feel miserable.