Tonight's client had the same area code as my home town. It's a small city with a small town mentality. We quickly bonded over this, and I asked him, what city specifically he was from. And he told me, and I said, "Oh, that's where I'm from, I was just there a few weeks ago!" Chat, chat, "It's growing so much." "I know, I hardly recognise it." "It's weird," I tell him, "I love where I live, because it's big and there's everything here, but I love my home town because it's small. It's like the Ying to my Yang. But now it's becoming like where I live now, and I want it to stay the way it is." We commiserated about how it's growing too fast for it's own good.
I really enjoyed his company. He wasn't feeling well, which I think is why he called. He was looking for more of a nurturer than a playmate. I fill that role quite well. I love to nurture, and I love to look after people. It was nice. But of course one thing leads to another and we're getting down to business, and I look him in the face, and I'm like, "Holy Fuck." I don't know this guy, but I'm pretty sure I know his son. Like, really know his son. While I'm 'working' I'm racking my brain to re-hash our conversation that we had. ie He told me what neighbourhood he lived in; check. He told me what his job was; check... And my mind is reeling. I know I've met my friends mom, years ago, but did I ever meet his dad. More importantly has his dad ever met Realme?
The funny thing is, I've always had this fantasy. You know, doing two men in the same family. Whether it be father and son, or two brothers, but man... this is not the way I wanted it to go down.
So now that I'm thinking about it, I'm paying attention to similarities. His son and I had a relationship, a very casual relationship, but it went on for years. We got to know each other intimately. And you know what? Fuck, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Same... samesamesamecreepysame! Yuk! It was funny.
It's time to find out though. For real. Cause so far we're just talking about similarities.
I introduce my question with, "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" And this isn't a question I would normally ask, but I felt we'd bonded. The whole nurturing time was really intimate and it was really caring, and it was just nice. I gave him a massage, and we just cuddled, and it was nice.
So I asked him, "Is your last name Anderson?" My friend's l last name isn't Anderson, but I knew he would say, "No it's," and then tell me.
And sure enough! However, if I was wrong, I didn't want to give away any personal information.
"Oh, sorry, I thought I knew you from home, but I guess not. And you have a good night, and I will see you next time you come to town."
Some times I wonder how to process things so weird and bizarre. I have come to the conclusion, that I just shouldn't. Chalk it up to another weird work place situation.
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