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   Work has been slow. Good but slow. I think the 30 day yoga challenge is cutting into my business. They're 90 minute classes, plus travel time, plus clean up time. It chews into my day. Or maybe the agency forgot my name while I was gone. I've put my ad back in the Sun, but not much has come from it. It doesn't help that I didn't work Saturday night. I was invited to a friends  Steampunk Birthday party. Tell me you wouldn't do the same. I feel like I need to re-learn the value of money. Words I never thought I'd hear myself say. When I got back from the burn, I was stressing about money, and thought to myself, "So do I make a visa payment, or to I make a rent payment?" I was really worried about it, but in two days, I had both covered no sweat... well there was some sweat involved but...

   Things are going well with my new beaux. I dictionaried the word beaux, just to make sure I had the definition right, ie not a boyfriend, but someone who has potential to be, and I had it right. It's also defined beaux as male escort. Ironic. Ironic and hilarious. I assure you I'm not paying him. Our conversations aren't even dirty. Dirty things are implied, but almost never said. He is a gentleman... and I am trying to be a lady. haha. A few days after our initial conversation, I had a little freak out about him and my job. He never did give me a definitive answer. I felt like I was falling for him, and if he decided that my job was going to be a problem, I would get hurt, and I just didn't want that to happen, so I tried to force his hand. I don't know why I do this. 
   I texted him saying, "I know we still don't know each other super well, but can you just decide whether or not you'll be ok with my career choice?" 
   Why Realme? Why must you say things like this??? Ughhh. He took it like a champ though. In the most sweetest, endearing, charming way possible he told me to calm my shit down, and reminded me, "One day at a time" Yes. Ok. Right. Perspective. OK. Embarrassed. 

   I told him about my blog in our initial conversation about what I do. I thought it would answer a lot of his questions, and perhaps change any pre-conceptions he may have about my industry. I later regretted this. I didn't want him reading about the men I have sex with. This is all so new and foreign to me, I find it hard to know what's reasonable and what's not. I texted him asking him, "If I asked you not to read my blog any more, would you stop?" I have no way of knowing if he reads it or not. Blogger.com tells you what country readers come from, how they got to the site, and frequency. It doesn't draw a line between anything though. He was concerned as to why I wouldn't want him to read it. He said a bunch of things, but the main theme is honestly. I should let him decide if he is uncomfortable with reading these things, and not decide for him. Alex asked me why I keep trying to screw this thing up. I'm not! I just suck at relationships. 

   He does have one main issue with my job, and a couple days ago we did have a rather brutally honest discussion about it via Skype. (God Bless Skype) His main issue is how I can just look the other way when it comes to married men. My view of it, in a very small nutshell, is the problems these men have in their marriages started long before they came to me. He gave me a blank stare, and I told him, I'm not going to give him the answer he wants. Thankfully this is not a deal breaker for him, and I'm flying down to see him next thursday so we can get to know each other in real life. We're both soooo excited. ~blush~ This topic though is something I take seriously, and I am going to try to put my views on it together for my next blog.