I bit the bullet and reached out to a couple of stripper girlfriends I haven't spoken to since the pandemic began. One, **y, I tried to negotiate with, but she would have had to shoo her daughter out of her townhome, and then after I told her how much I was willing to spend, she didn't text me back. The other, ****a, gave me some noise about, "Well, since you're my friend I thought you could tip me more, because I have to take out all this time just for you!" You don't upsell friends, for fuck's sake.
So I'm all alone again, naturally, no woman available to yank, suck, and/or ream me to corporeal peace. However ... out of the blue, *****a, my activist stripper girlfriend who is/was in Dallas, Messengered me: "What are you doing next weekend?" She thought of me! I'm happy about that. Unfortunately, I have a friend (not a stripper friend, but, like, a real friend) who is up here (from, ironically, Dallas) and I want to see her too, and since I'm busy doing the test scoring thing during the week, I might have to resort to seeing both, somehow, next weekend, even though I really, really want to see soccer, too.
I'll figure it out. I have to.
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