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What she said! Big +1!!! eom
WildJimmy!
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I'm blessed/cursed with my father's sense of dependability and punctuality. I've never flaked, nor been late to a session. Yet one evening, back in the day, when I was on my way to a session, a sense of foreboding overcame me. My curse of dependability resisted the urge to listen to what the universe was trying to tell me, and I kept going. When I pulled into the hotel parking lot, the feeling was overwhelmingly bad. So much so that, cursed or not, I wasn't going in. But my nobility wouldn't let me just walk away, and flake. I had to call her to try to explain things. The only thing I could think to say was honesty. I knew she would tell me every which way to go fuck myself, but I was willing to go through that to let her know I wasn't coming in. Luckily, she was one of those ladies who always runs late, so I got her voice mail. Before she could answer, I quickly told her that I was sorry I had missed her, and maybe next time. I shut down my phone, and drove home as fast as I could. A few days later I decided to check my messages, and sure enough, she'd left a message telling me to go fuck myself a thousand times over. The sad thing was that I didn't get to partake of one of the prettiest pussies I'd ever seen. I still have a picture of that gorgeous pussy.
When one listens to the inner voice, sometimes the reason manifests itself quickly, sometimes many years later, and sometimes never. This was one of those times I got to find out fairly quickly. Not a week later a review came out for the lady, and it wasn't good. The review stated that there had been a gentleman waiting in the bathroom, and that he'd come out and robbed the hobbyist at gunpoint. I felt a great sense of relief for having listened to what the cosmos was telling me.
Now even though, by strict letter of the law, I flaked on the session, I feel that because of the extenuating circumstances of the rob session, my record of never being late, nor having flaked, is still intact. My Dad would be proud. Well, maybe not.
When one listens to the inner voice, sometimes the reason manifests itself quickly, sometimes many years later, and sometimes never. This was one of those times I got to find out fairly quickly. Not a week later a review came out for the lady, and it wasn't good. The review stated that there had been a gentleman waiting in the bathroom, and that he'd come out and robbed the hobbyist at gunpoint. I felt a great sense of relief for having listened to what the cosmos was telling me.
Now even though, by strict letter of the law, I flaked on the session, I feel that because of the extenuating circumstances of the rob session, my record of never being late, nor having flaked, is still intact. My Dad would be proud. Well, maybe not.
On the day after labor day last year, a guy I knew somewhat not very well; offered me 500 bucks to drive him to see someone Ina city 2 hrs or so away, wait around for awhile and drive home back home to our home city. Being that it was shark week, I was happy to make some easy $ and keep my vajay' up on blocks simultaneously. So, head on the 30 min trip from my place to his and my car needed a temp tag due to me having just got it. What should have been a simple stop at dmv; was just a clusterfuck and staggering to think of waiting in that line. Avg line,.8th or so in line, but this day...106th. Well, fuck..no line is worth waiting that long in If you ask me. Besides I was due there in a mere half hr. As I neared his pickup spot, my stomach was freaking the fuck out and doing cartwheels like a high school cheerleader, I was literally trying not to throw up. 5 min before arriving, I stopped for a burger and realized that the tags being temp/expired, along with the attention getting factor it already posessed, would definitely get me stopped if a cop got behind me. Weed was illegal in these parts, so I would be El Fucko if there was any amount of attention at all. I wound up cancelling, told the guy I felt a.very profound sense of dangerand just couldn't. He was pissed, yelling and calling me crazy bitch, saying I'm trippin and being unreasonable. I said "look I'm sorry dude. I'm not taking an untagged car on a 2 hr trip after making it smell like a Cheech and Chong adventure. Don't feel good about you going either, man..." and guess what?
****in case anyone's wondering...I never posted tonight.my cat has been acting weird/sketched out all night long and I've been unable to sleep or stop checking my locks AGAIN. My S.O. came here to sleep so I'd feel less edgy. Definitely not a night suited to making new friends or skirting the law. Hopefully this malcontent passes by this upcoming evening, but fuck taking unknown clients with this feeling! Spidey sense has saved my ass in huge ways and so screw it, a night or two of good clean fun is looking like what's up 
(Seriously: if you feel you can't provide the expected good time for any reason, it's best to avoid making appointments you can't satisfactorily fulfill.)
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