Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Not So Triumphant Return of Sugar Daddy Pete
That motherfucker actually came back to The Business on Saturday when I wasn't here. He took Cindy for a 1 hour mutual and gave her a very generous tip. THEN they exchanged phone numbers - that fucking bitch. She told me all about it afterwards. I was furious with her, but at the same time I wanted to squeeze her for information.
Apparently he's now back in the area, but he had to ditch the giant vacation home when the market tanked. Cindy said he's looking to buy a new place and that's why he's back.
I don't know if he'd recognize my truck or not. I mean, why would he stop if he didn't know I was here or not? When he showed up, Trina and Cindy were working the night shift. He actually met Cindy when he was in here before - 2 years now? So maybe that's why he took her.
Cindy claims he asked about me, but I don't know if she just said that to make me feel better or what. But what really really really set me off was that she took the liberty of telling Pete that I was "living with the new boyfriend." You NEVER say personal shit like that about your coworkers to customers - EVER. I could have strangled her for that.
Well, if just wants to get laid, then he went to the right place. Cindy has no problem fucking customers. And the "exchange" of phone numbers only means one thing - meeting outside The Business. Now did he really expect me NOT to find out about all this? Did he just assume I was no longer interested in him?
OK - now that I've spent a few days trying to chill out about this, I realized that I've got a really bad case of "I Saw Him First." However, it's not making me feel any better about what Cindy did. In fact, I'm still not speaking to her.
Unless I want info... And what I've learned is that Pete has NOT called her back. If he didn't try to fuck her over the weekend, he's not gonna call her until next weekend. But if he really just ran into her by dumb luck and really wanted to see me, then he might just visit The Business again. And I am definitely working Saturday night this time.
Of course, I could just call or even text him. But that seems a bit desperate. I mean, I haven't heard a peep out of him in over a year, so a sudden text message would just scream "Cindy and I talked about you." But if I did talk to him before he came in, I could explain the whole boyfriend comment as a misunderstanding on Cindy's part.
Oh I've done damage control before. Probably the most catty thing girls will do at work is talk shit about each other. And an easy way to steal a customer is tell him that his favorite masseuse has a spouse. Nothing is a bigger turnoff to a guy than to learn that his favorite girl really isn't a single, horny bisexual who likes to lez out at the clubs on the weekend because she just can't seem to find the right guy... Sound familiar?
We all tell the same story because it's what guys want to hear. Don't believe me? Think knowing the "real her" is better? You try jerking a guy off after spending an hour complaining about...
"... that asshole of a boyfriend who just can't seem to get it together. Oh yeah - his band is gonna take off any day now, but until then would it kill him to call my uncle about a job or maybe clean up around the house? Not that I'm complaining, but yesterday I did 6 customers and by the end of the night my jerking hand was ready to fall off when this motherfucker comes home drunk after spending the money I gave him for groceries on drinks for him and his buddies and... Oh...I need to finish you off now. Just close your eyes and try to relax..."
Anyway, I think the whole Pete thing is making me mental. Just like it did last time he was here. For some of you newbies who have no idea of the drama I'm talking about, you can read about Pete when I first met Pete right here. And how he fucked with my head here and here... And I think I started to lose my mind over him right about here...
Oh shit - this may be a loooooong summer.