New Jeans
October 17th, 2007A client got me an Express gift card today. (Thanks, doll!)
“Does this mean I’m a real dominatrix now?” I quipped to the girls.
I have received significant tips before (indeed, I did today — and thank you, too). But the gift? That was new! Stockings and panties are nice, but they’re a little like bringing wine to the party expecting to drink half.
In the end a gift certificate was the best thing he could’ve given me. Despite my best attempts at hedonism, I don’t really spend tips. I save my money. Neurotically. There might be something expensive in the future — classes, next year’s rent, acts of God, future therapy. And then, what will everyone say? If you’d only had a regular job…
Reader, I went directly to Express and spent it.
It felt so good.
October 25th, 2007 at 9:53 am
You write the best blogs:)
I wanted to introduce myself last night, but never quite found the chance. I’m a little shy about that (which is kinda silly consiering…), and you always seemed to be in conversation.
I was the naked girl on the floor next to you and your partner
Hopefully next time I’ll actually get a chance to say hello.
Have a great week!
October 25th, 2007 at 11:05 am
Thanks! I remember you, but do introduce yourself again, I am terrible with faces.
You wouldn’t believe the mental gymnastics I went through to figure out what you were talking about. (Naked girl on the floor? What partner? Maybe she’s got me confused. I was at home watching Heroes last night.) I think I was concentrating so hard trying to tie that I zoned out everything else!