THE STUFF PROSTITUTES DREAM OF
Easiest Texan trip to date! I was gearing up to roofie him, but it ended up being a prostitutes dream. I knew he wasn’t feeling well, but he was much more sick than I realized, truthfully he should have cancelled the trip, but I’m grateful he didn’t. I know he rallied for me. This was our last scheduled trip before his Christmas season began. December is a notoriously bad month for strippers and hookers, most men spend their money on the kids and wives and plane tickets this time of year—sex workers are low on the financial totem pole—he knew I was counting on the money for rent and bills. I got him a bottle Jagermeister, which seemed to help a little. We had sex the first night, but it was far from our customary insanity: a quick faux-gasm on my part and then he came. We barely made it twenty minutes into the porn. He passed out. Not expecting this, I was sort of up if you know what I mean, so I took a sleeping pill and got my book out.
We had lunch and cocktails at our usual spot on the drive to San Antonio. I also got some shopping done at the discount mall (again, part of our Austin to San Antonio trail). I bought (with his money) a few cute babydoll’s to wear for Baby Bird and a pair of hard to find Chuck Taylors. Once in San Antonio, he dropped me at the hotel and went to meet clients for drinks. I chilled out for a bit, and then got ready for dinner. It turns out I could have skipped getting dressed up. He sounded and looked awful by the time he got back to the hotel. Even with cutting happy hour short, I could see that he was extremely under the weather. Unfortunately, the damn store left a censor on one of my outfits, so I found a Victoria’s Secret close by which also happen to be next to a California Pizza Kitchen. I ran out to get the censor removed and then I put in a to go order from the restaurant. He was in bad shape, the poor guy. I forced him to eat some chicken and then he crawled into his bed. I love when he gets rooms with two beds. Not to mention I was praying I didn’t catch whatever he had. He kept apologizing for not feeling well and that we didn’t get to have a nice meal out. I assured him it was fine. I’ve had a million great meals and he really needed to sleep. He goes out of his way to make the people around him happy. It’s never lost on me. I just wish he wasn’t so crazy half the time. Again, it was early and I was awake, I desperately wanted to text my Crush, but didn’t want him seeing the low light emanating from my phone. He’s a light sleeper, and I know my more recent phone use while in his presence (mostly posting ridiculous shit on Instagram), has been bothering him. My Crush would have to wait. I would be free in the morning.
