The Hobby to the Real World at 12.
Today I had an experience that made me realize the hobby is much more than the exchange of services. Its the ability to take a gamble on somebody which is the most expensive gamble of all. As I helped this girl many times NSA knowing more about her life than I should. I saw her in a local fast food restaurant on her lunch break from her real word job. She stood right beside me and I looked at her ass as she placed her order. As she had lost some weight as was looking good. I didn't realize it was somebody I knew til I got my order and was looking for a table and our eyes made contact. I so badly wanted to speak and say Hi! As my eyes lit up to the familiar face. Quickly realizing that our friendship was a closed book and she has opened another chapter to the book of life. For us not to exchange pleasantries is just part of the deal when you get to that point..Its a situation Ive often thought about and now I know. She had coworkers with her as I had family with me. Guess it was a proud moment for me knowing she fulfilled her goals..as its been awhile since Ive heard from her and I questioned what happened to her? I guess maybe she did speak by proxy as my family said that pretty girl spoke to me like she knew me.. I was thinking " She does". So guys the hobby is more than a notch on your belt or just buying a piece of pussy. I cant say some of the girls don't hustle and play but most of the time its a means to an end. Guess it was a defining moment for me. Im sorta like the guy that went to confessional. Telling the priest he had fucked all kinds of women that week. Priest says Your Forgiven Son say 5 Hail Marys. Guys says Father Im not even Catholic but I just had to tell somebody. Well this group is my somebody.. as your the only ones you can even come close to understanding this double life we live. Ya'll have a good day.
Well said my friend. It does make all of us realize we are human.
Well said DrinkinDreamin!! Well said!!
The first p411 provider I ever saw was a close friend of mine was his wife brother stepdaughter. Found this out at a funeral that I took my mom to. Small town you never know.