Mr. Texas

    This is a re-write. The original was written in the heat of the moment, and I was mad. It’s actually been a full week since. I cooled down about six and a half days ago, but I’ve been super busy with school and what not. In addition, it’s an evolving, and kinda long story so... Here we go.

Mr. Texas. 

Bless his heart. 

Fuck. 

     I’m seeing him almost weekly now. I would say between 5-10% of my income comes from him. A while back (beginning of December) he promised to pay my tuition. That’s awesome! I never asked for it, and I never bring it up. He does. All the time. Great, I figure, so pay it please. I’m going to school now. Ok so that’s a little of the back ground. 

     Because he was such a good client, and not a bad guy, and was going to pay my tuition, and because he whines that he misses me all the time when I’m not there, I told him that if he wanted, on occassion, he could call the agency to get a hold of me for a chat. A: I didn’t think he would! I didn’t think he would be so retarded to not understand the dynamic of our relationship. B: I didn’t think that he would be calling me several times a day!!! Good lord! 

     So last week he calls me around noon. Convenient. I ditched out of the conversation using “Out for lunch with friends” as an excuse. Which was true. I found the loudest part of the restaurant to tell him this. At 3:30ish he calls again.

     “Aliiiiisoooon,” He whines into the phone in his thick Texas accent when I got ahold of him, “I called you four times, and you’re just calling me back now?” 

    “What?!” I said, “They just called me now, and I called you right away!”

    “No, I called you four times, and they said you were unavailable, the woman said that she should come see me. She said that I should call some Desperate Housewives number, and she would come see me. Alison, I only want to see you, you’re my sweetheart! I don’t want to see anyone else. I was worried that you didn’t want to see me any more. You’ll tell me if you don’t want to see me right?” 

     He sounded like a lost little boy. “Of course I want to see you. I always call you right away, don’t I? Don’t talk like that! Why wouldn’t I want to see you? Don’t be silly. Who did you talk to?”

    “Well I asked her her name, but she wouldn’t tell me. Alison, I don’t know why they would want me to see someone else. You’re the only one I want to see.” I’ve been seeing Mr. Texas since February. 

     “That’s really sweet, Mr. Texas. Don’t worry, I’ll call the agency and get this sorted out.”
     “I don’t want you getting in trouble now. Don’t be doing that.”

  

      The conversation lasted about 10 minutes, just going in circles, him saying that over and over again. He felt awful. I kind of wondered if he had a liquid lunch. 

     I called the agency after we hung up. I was pissed. Frank said that the same thing had happened to him in the past too. Even when I’m booked off, if I get a call-back, they’ll call me. The only time they’ll encourage the clients to see someone else is if they can’t get ahold of me. 

    I talked to the girl at the agency. It was Mindy. She’s my least favorite. She’s just kind of awkward to deal with. The desperate housewife would be her personal line. She’s in her 40’s and has been working as an escort for god knows how long. She is not an attractive lady, and if she showed up at my door, I’d want to send her away. She just has an attitude of entitlement that radiates off her. 

    “Hey Mindy, have you been trying to get ahold of me this afternoon?” 

    “No,”

    “Hmm, cause I just talked to Mr. Texas and he said he called four times.”

    “No, I can check the books, yup, he called you at noon, then you called here, then he just called now.” 

    “Well, that’s weird. I wonder why he would say that then,” I totally thought she was lying. “Did you talk to him about your Desperate Housewives line?”

    “Yeah, he said he was interested in more mature women, so I told him about it, but I told him that I would try to get ahold of you first.”

    “That’s funny, cause he said the exact opposite to me.” 

    I didn’t know what to do at this point. Back to my rule about never trusting a client... but it’s Mr. Texas... And I totally don’t trust this chick... but if I get confrontational with her, and piss her off, I’ll end up getting fucked because she’s the one who sends girls out on calls... you know that whole thing about biting the hand that feeds you. I could phone our boss, and rat her out, but that’d make me feel like a big baby, and again back to the confrontation. 

    I was super pissed at that point in time, so I thought I’d stew on it for a bit. Then my phone went for a swim, so I couldn’t call anyone. 

They look like this, only green. They are kind of like something I'd buy for my Grandmother. You can call me ungrateful, I'm good with that.

   Fast forward a week, and it’s my second visit with Mr. Texas since Christmas. He said that he got me a Christmas present. Something I can wear. When I arrived there were clothes everywhere! He pretty much bought me a whole new wardrobe. He was telling me all about how he was trying to get help from the lady who worked there, and how he was wandering around the dress shop clueless. I looked at the clothes, and they were all George brand. From

 Walmart. I adamantly boycott Walmart purely on their business practices, forget about the fact that all of their clothes are CRAP. And he got me emeralds. At least he did something he said he would do. A pair of earrings and a matching necklace. 

     These are the outfits here. You may notice the skiing pose. When I waked into his house and saw that sweater there, I almost asked if he was planning on going to an ugly sweater party... then it's like "Put those words back in, Alison." Oh well, I guess I[m prepared. As for the leopard print (cougar?) I was wearing it when I did my make up in the morning and I just felt so trashy! I hate these clothes. There's more, but I'll spare you. 

    I went to collect my money as I was leaving (he's the only client I let pay after) and he started guessing the amount there at approx twice what was owed, and I could just put the rest towards my tuition. So now he's only paying 1/4? 

    "Did you want me to count it?" I asked. I don't like confusion with money and clients.

    "No, no no, don't do that here."

    "Ok." I counted it when I got into my car and it was exactly what he owed me plus the $20 he shorted me last time. Fucking guy. Hardly twice.

  

    So further to this empty promise of tuition, it's getting annoying. Quit telling me about all your money, and how you buy your family trucks and houses and you're going to pay my tuition. If you're going to do it, do it. Don't dangle it in front of my head like a bloody carrot. We had plans for tuesday night, and I called prior to confirm (as he cancels advanced made plans 100% of the time) and I left a message on his voicemail saying that if he was going to pay my tuition it's this amount and I will need the money next time I saw him. I have not heard from him. 

    What was that you said about trusting clients?

<edit> I missed out the part where I found out the Mindy wasn't lying, and that Mr. Texas was after her. It's 1am though, and I have to be up tomorrow, so "Mr. Texas is a Douch" will have to continue later. I'm sure I'll have more stories...

WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLACE YOUR WAGERS AS TO WHETHER OR NOT HE'LL PAY?

My money is on no.