The Dixie Drug
I was sitting outside of Rouge when I saw him come strolling down the street. He was holding her hand. His wife’s hand. She is beautiful. I mean really beautiful. Tall, thin, gorgeous long black hair. She makes me look plain.
I don’t understand his infatuation with me. But he is falling so fast for me. The other woman. Except, there’s no sex. He comes to see me twice a week. He brings me presents. Cash. Not just a little. A lot of cash. Sometimes I dance for him, other times he is content with just conversation.
I don’t get it. He really loves his wife. He says his marriage is happy. His sex life is great. Well, then why the fuck does he come to hang out with me? So I asked him.
“If your wife is that gorgeous and you’re as happy as you claim to be, why do you still come to see me?”
“You’re like a drug to me. And I want to watch over you here and make sure you’re ok.”
It still all seems very bizarre to me. But whatever, I have bills to be paid. It’s lingerie night tonight. His favorite. I think it’s the thigh highs.
Richard Brian Penn said,
June 3, 2009 at 5:37 pm
Sometimes no matter how good someone has it or appears to have it to the “outside” world, it’s not as great as it seems. There’s also a grass is greener syndrome. Variety factor, etc.
Why figure it out? If the guy’s helping you pay your bills and it’s not compromising who you are as a person, then f it
daisyfae said,
June 3, 2009 at 5:52 pm
knight in shining armor. so many men seem to want to rescue women in need, or perceived to be in need. the fact that he’s not pushing for sex is quite lovely…