"Waiting - watching the clock, it's 4 o'clock. It's got to stop. Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over...Pretends to sleep as he looks her over. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man."
Pearl Jam - Better Man
"This is Rob." When the number on caller ID is blocked I generally let it go to voice mail. This time, for no apparent reason, I decided to answer it. "Jethro, is that you?" It took all of a millisecond for me to recognize the sultry voice on the other end of the line. "Roxy, how are you doing darling?" For those of you familiar with my blog, you're familiar with Roxy. She was a high end call girl friend of mine in Las Vegas and last spring she moved back to San Diego. This was the first time I had heard from her in nearly nine months.
Roxy and I had a bizarre relationship. I cared for her quite a bit and I think she cared for me. It's just - how do I say this? I am way too poor to ever think a girl like Roxy would ever want to be mine. Let's face it, being charming will only get you so far. If you want to hold on to a California beauty like her. Your pockets had better be deep, and I mean real deep. "Jethro, the reason I called - Well - I miss your worthless ass. Jeff is an asshole. He's been cheating on me with this young skank and I am sick of his bullshit. I'm thinking about moving back to Las Vegas and starting back in the game." When she told me that she missed my worthless ass, I knew she was being sincere. So I told her this, "Listen Roxy, you know that I care for you, but there's way too many things standing in the way. You remember how broke I was when you left town? Well, I am ten times worse off than that now. I will probably be on the streets again soon." Turns out she had been reading my blogs and was familiar with all my misfortunes.
"Jethro, I know that you're a fucking loser. Believe it or not, that's what I like most about you. You're just so adorable. You try so hard with your ideas and they always fail, but it doesn't matter to you. You're always looking at the glass as if it is 'half full.' Besides, I miss Las Vegas. I am coming out to visit next week and if I get the time I will give you a call and maybe we can meet up?" We play catch up a bit longer and then she tells me she must go and that we will talk again soon. After she hangs up, I start analyzing our relationship - if that's what you want to call it - my attraction to her is obvious. She looks, acts, talks and dresses like a 'California bombshell.' She's the kind of girl a lot of guys in the mid west grow up dreaming about. What's her attraction to me? I thought about this intensely for a few minutes and the only thing I could come up with. She likes to go 'slumming' every so often.
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