'So sad it ends, as it began.'
Two of my very favourite places, located quite near me and run by the same people, closed today. I don't know the whys and the wherefores, but knowledge wouldn't change the result. Bastard buggering fuck .
I feel like i just lost some of my best friends, with benefits, and they were right on my doorstep. This situation, no pun intended, sucks. I'm sorry for the ladies who lost their jobs, but most of all I'm sorry for the customers (one in particular) who, if not for places like these, would have gone on believing he deserved and wanted to live like a monk.
None of these women ever gave me grief or rejected me because I use a wheelchair, have little to no dating experience and don't bring home a regular pay cheque. For a sum I was more than happy to give them, they made me feel better in one hour than I've allowed myself to feel all my life. I can't even begin to describe how much I'll miss that, even though the affection they showed me was as fake as professional wrestling or a politician's promise. Sometimes a convincing imitation can be as good as the real thing, especially if it's as close as you've ever got.
Fare thee well, my ladies. Life won't be the same without you.
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