Who Cares

Ok, lets just get this out of the way… he never called. Lesson learned.

I have a new favourite client anyway. For completely different reasons. Even when I tell my most supportive friends, they furrow their eyebrows, and the corner of a lip goes up… more than a little. So go ahead and judge, but hear me out first. We will call him Frank. I have seen Frank three times in the last ten days. When he first opened the door my eyebrow went up, and my lip furrowed. Ok, no it didn’t, but on the inside it did. Frank is old. Not like older. Frank is straight up old. His granddaughter is only a little younger than I. As I’ve mentioned  before though, it’s all about respect, and there was no reason why I shouldn’t be respectful to him. I treated him like all my other clients ~ actually I really can’t say that, I really treat all my clients uniquely. So Frank and I go up to his room and spend some time on his bed, he asks me to get undressed and I do. He just can’t get over it. He can’t get over how comfortable I am with myself, and innocent our time was together and how different it was to women of his generation. If I had to guess, I would say he is at least 75 years old, and as a result, fucking is generally out of the question. He spends a lot of time looking at me, and petting, and I’ll play with myself for him. And we talk. He tells me about his wife. She passed away two years ago. They were married for 48. I find that to be just a marvel. And honestly, I’ve never really been in a position where I could have a candid conversation about it with someone who has this much experience, but we talked openly about the good times and the bad times. He said, “Absolutely there were hard times, there were a few times when we fought, and I just wanted to throw my hands up and say forget it! But what do you do? I couldn’t bring shame like that to my family.” He told me about how if a girl got knocked up, she would be sent away. A buddy of his got a girl pregnant and he felt afraid of what would happen he committed suicide. I can’t even conceive of that. I told him a bit about my past relationships, one of which was open and he laughed and rolled his eyes. He can’t even conceive of that.  He admitted to “stepping out” on his wife a couple times. I don’t know if he got caught or what the circumstances were around it. I’m curious though. He’s so grateful to have me there. He looks at me and says he’s in heaven. He said that he had never seen labia before. Mine was the first. 48 years of marriage and the lights were always off. I know it was different back then, but it baffles me. I just can’t wrap my brain around it. Sex is so wonderful, so much fun, such a carnal instinct. Why hide it so even in your most intimate times.

So why do I like him so much? Aside from the conversations we have, I’m just so glad that I can bring this joy into his life. His wife passed away 2 years ago, and now he has no-one. He put in his time. He loved her, honoured her, and was (mostly) faithful to her for half a century. Half a century. And now he has nothing. I couldn’t imagine the loneliness. It’s not like your sex drive goes away when you’re old. It’s cruel. I even told him how glad I was that he saw calling me as an option. Most people wouldn’t. I should be covered by health insurance!!! Ha ha ha. Wouldn’t that be fantastic. Right next to medicinal marijuana. Yes!

He told me he’s going in for surgery in June. He’s having his hip replaced. My first thought was if something happened to him. If he didn’t make it out that I would never find out. No one would tell me. I just wouldn’t get his calls anymore. That kinda made me sad. Then I told myself I shouldn’t care so much.

p.s. I also think that I should have a joke of the post. I’m coming up empty now, but I will work on this for the next blog.