It’s 7:15 Friday evening. I should be lying on a massage table, naked save for a strategically placed towel, receiving a hot oil massage from you. Instead, I’m sitting at my computer with a sore neck and an aching lower back because you are completely unprofessional. This is the second time in a week you’ve cancelled on me without notice. Hey, I understand that people get flat tires. I get that people get sick. But professionals, when they can’t make it to an appointment, call their clients to let them know. They don’t just not show up and hope that the client happens to run into them online to offer a half-assed “apology” and the assurance that it won’t happen again. Maybe if you’d, you know, picked up the fucking phone I could have made other arrangements.
What? Reschedule again, for Monday? No, I don’t think so. You didn’t really come highly recommended (the guy you name as a reference said you weren’t that good) but you were inexpensive and you’re new in town and I’m always willing to give someone a shot. But cancel on me twice without bothering to tell me and I’ve lost interest. Do you think maybe there’s a reason you’re having trouble developing a clientele?
OK, start me on him. I was going to start a new thread but what the hell, I’ll just hijack my own. Remember the big drama, was he moving to Miami, was he not moving to Miami, and it turns out he wasn’t moving to Miami? Well guess what? He’s moving to Miami. He got in a huge fight with his family last night and they threw him out. Whether this is temporary or permanent I haven’t been able to ascertain. He hasn’t been able to find work in Madison and was flipping out. I go pick him up and bring him back to my place and get him calmed down, by which time I’m exhausted, so we go to bed. We’re in bed for about a half hour when he gets up, gets dressed and leaves despite my protestations. Where is he going? Answer: “I don’t know.” When is he leaving town? “I don’t know.” When will he be back? “I don’t know,” but he promises he will be. I have no idea where he is. I don’t feel like I can call his house and ask for him yet because his parents both work late and would still be asleep and I don’t dare throw any more gasoline on that particular fire.
I have two guys I usually go to. One drapes and the other doesn’t. Either way is fine with me. This guy I don’t know, and I won’t know because he doen’t get a third strike.
Well, now, I’m not quite ready to give up on Oscar yet, although I am worried that I don’t have an easy way to get in touch with him. I called his house about an hour ago and his asshole brother answered (one of the points of the argument was that since Oscar moved back in the asshole brother has to share a bedroom which cramps his style with the ladies…but seeing as how he curently has at least one knocked-up girlfriend his style must not be cramped too much) and didn’t know where he was or when he’d be back.
