Thing is that during that time I had some hot women give blowjob me their numbers but I just never called them. One of them even did it right in front of Lori, and when she walked away Lori just grinned at me with that cute, infectious enthusiasm. Now that I think of it that smile had a lot going on with it, like a multilayered cocktail of winks, nods and other signals communicating a lot of complex information simultaneously. Maybe my experiences with her had just built up my self esteem to where I couldn't live as a kept man anymore, or maybe it was just time to do something else, but that was the last time I let a woman pay my bills. A couple of years after I stopped seeing her we ran into each other and it was awesome. She was glad to see me, she took me out to a glamorous drag show where she knew the manager of the place, and we saw a dead on Cher impersonator. The manager explained that their featured performer had actually gone on tour with Cher. Apparently she'd come out doing her act, the crowd would be into it, and then Cher would enter from the other side of the stage, blowing their minds. Of course she plied me with drinks, and we smoked some bud. I miss her in my life but I know in my heart that she is out there somewhere being awesome, and I know that the people around her know how lucky they are to be in her life because she chooses her associates carefully. I honestly haven't thought japan about Lori in years, although now I'm not entirely sure why. I suppose I'm not particularly proud of how I mostly wasted my life during this period, but as I come to write this account some questions occur to me that I hadn't ever considered before. I guess the main one would be did Lori know who I was before we met? It's a fair question really because as I said I was fairly well known around the hippest bars in Nashville, and having worked at a strip club and dated a stripper who was also deep asian into the goth/punk/art scene I guess I had kind of a rep long before this. Bartenders knew me, and they knew Lori. As a heavy drinker and a big tipper she was beloved by many a bartender so if she saw me and asked it wouldn't take her long to find out about me. It's entirely possible that she just asked the bartender at Multi-Bob when I went to the bathroom or something that first night, but knowing Lori that seems unlikely. Either we just met, she took a chance and trusted her own judgment, or she researched me pretty thoroughly. I have seriously never even considered it until this moment but the more I think about it the more I lean towards the later. It just makes too much sense based on everything I know about her, especially how much she loved a bargain. I went with her once to buy a new futon frame and she was incredibly shrewd about negotiating price, and trying to get anything extra that she could. She was like a bargain shark. After about the third thing she asked about the possibility of japanese getting for free the salesperson said, "No, but you're good." sounding genuinely impressed. We did end up getting something extra too. Now for what she needed a sex therapist, or hell even a jigalo would have been pretty fucking expensive, but I was a comparative bargain. Not that I would mind if that is the case. amateur If anything I would be even more impressed, and quite frankly flattered that she chose me. It takes a certain talent to see someone that others regard as useless, who may even see themselves as useless, and utilize their talents. So that's my story, and if I could have you take anything from it, that would be a new respect for the power of empathy, and a desire to practice it. 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