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It's official. When I grow up, I will be a professional mistress. Not willingly but by virtue of my naivete and relentless hopefulness. Thinking that the powerful, charismatic and beautiful director, producer (remember, i live in LA) or studio owner is single, I'll jump into bed and forgasm (food orgasm. alex's word) over lobster at 4 star restaurants. Later, I'll be taken on insane vacations to the caribbean and the Amalfi coast where we'll have lots of sex, endless booze, and the best seats at the best and most authentic local concerts and soccer games. but beyond this, and most importantly, we'll connect. We'll share our thoughts on and agree on topics of religion, but bicker over politics. Feeding each other Ben & Jerry's, we'll scream when we find out that we like our burgers prepared the exact same way (rare with extra "animal sauce") and from that particular joint, promising each other that we'll indulge in them together, the following week.
But we won't. When I get dropped off at home, I'll be kissed goodbye, and never see him again. His phone number will change or he'll just screen my calls and walk straight on when I see him at a company picnic. I'll be an oblivious slut because it won't just happen once; it'll happen over and over. & they'll always be older. they'll have wives. they'll have children.
can't wait to win this game. ass, you'd better be with me an give me your 110%.
But we won't. When I get dropped off at home, I'll be kissed goodbye, and never see him again. His phone number will change or he'll just screen my calls and walk straight on when I see him at a company picnic. I'll be an oblivious slut because it won't just happen once; it'll happen over and over. & they'll always be older. they'll have wives. they'll have children.
can't wait to win this game. ass, you'd better be with me an give me your 110%.