So yesterday was insane.
I took four client meetings, and didn’t make a red cent. Does that sound fair to you?
Anyway, everybody loves the benefit of my expertise, yet somehow to pay me for it is like drama chile, drama!
The day ended on a very interesting note, though.
I met a man.
A very interesting man.
A very interesting man who’s at LEAST fifteen years older that me. (As in I don’t know exactly how old he is, but this is an educated guess…)
A very interesting older man, that wants to hire me to do work. (Oh dear, the shit where you sleep issue….)
A very interesting older man, that wants to hire me to do work, and has some of the most beautiful skin and hands I’ve seen on a man for the longest time. (I’m a sucker for creamy skin and long elegant fingers… I was captivated, I didn’t check his feet out ONCE!)
A very interesting older man, that wants to hire me to do work, has some of the most beautiful skin and hands I’ve seen on a man for the longest time, and a seasoned intellectual. (Oh dear, big words go straight to my coochie with a bullet…. say something else papi!)
I doan know ’bout allyuh, but Big Mami smelling trouble! That is a potent combination. A deadly mix for me…. and I mean that in the nicest possible way.
Trouble, trouble, trouble.
I like him! WOW! Never had the hots for an older man before. They usually creep me the fuck out. Not him, he was smooth and charming and quite flattering in an unassuming way.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Did I forget to say he was handsome? Not, ‘cute’, not ‘nice’, handsome.
Trouble, trouble, trouble, I say!