Saturday, February 13, 2010


Saturday, February 13, 2010
She came back.

Rebecca, my ex-girlfriend, the person who got me involved with escorting. What began as a five-day trip to see old friends in Miami and escape the cold weather up north turned into an extended vacation due to the snow. Her hotel reservation was only for so long, and seeing how pricey everything is on South Beach...

Yes, folks. She stayed with me.

She caught a flight back home this morning. Her presence was why I needed to take a bit of a hiatus from the blog. It's not that I'm still pining over her -- Simone cured that -- but I wasn't ready to see her quite so soon, either. Let alone having her stay in my apartment, curled up on the sofa where she'd crashed before.

Why is it that I can sleep with a perfect stranger yet seeing Rebecca again was enough to make me feel like a complete idiot when it comes to dealing with the opposite sex? I honestly don't know. Whatever romantic feelings I had for her are gone -- at least I like to think so. Perhaps it's something deeper, then?

In fact, I think I know what that "something" is. You see, Rebecca and Simone had met before. I didn't know that. And of course, they didn't care for each other. Simone considers Rebeccca uptight while Rebecca thinks that Simone is certifiably "insane" and that I'm equally crazy for seeing her, be it professionally or personally.

Women have a way of turning a man's life upside down. Trite, but true. I'd made an effort to get over Rebecca, to focus more on work, and to try new avenues in dating -- namely Simone. Having Rebecca and Simone in the same city, trading verbal barbs behind each others' backs... it was more than I anticipated.

I know all this sounds hypocritical. After all, I did let Rebecca stay in my apartment. If I was that torn up over hre being back, would I have let her do that? Understand that I am a fairly loyal person and still feel I owe a lot to Rebecca for saving me from moving back in with my parents and tempting or taking another shitty retail job.

That, and I'm a sucker for a woman who says please. Gets me every time.

(And just for those who are wondering: No, Rebecca and I didn't have sex. Had I not slept with two women during the day for work, I'll admit I may have tried something.)

I don't want to get into the specifics of what we really talked about, if for no other reason that it wasn't very interesting. She'd doing well in her new life up north, and even took the time to ask a few questions about Adam and Bailey. Send them her regards, she told me. And say hello to the agent, too.

So, there it is -- the reason I took a hiatus from the blog to figure out why the hell Rebecca coming back had made me so... I don't know, is emotional the right word? Christ, emotional. What am I, a 15-year-old girl?

Don't answer that.

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