“I think he was excited that he was dating a stripper. This could be why we had about three dates before he was all in to introduce me to his friends, and about a second after he said my name, he told them I was a stripper. Therefore, we had about three dates after that so I could give him the benefit of the doubt. Then I quit taking his calls. I slept with him twice in that time, and like I said, it was boring. But I didn’t get to know him well enough to know if he had any latent or non-latent kink tendencies. He could be sweet, but in the end, I realized that hid he was mostly a jerk.”

Axl didn’t look amused anymore.

“The guy before that,” I went on with a shrug. “Big spender at the club. He was the first and only patron I dated. I did this because he bought four lap dances from me and he acted during them like it was less about the lap dance and more about getting to know me while I was giving them to him.”

Axl looked anything but amused now.

Nevertheless, I kept going.

“He was definitely sweet. Treated me really well. Had a nice house, a flashy car. Was decent in bed, but it could be good. A couple of months into it, he shared that he wasn’t a one-woman guy. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be a one-woman guy. He was seeing two other women as well as me. And he wanted to continue seeing me, but he didn’t feel it was right to do that unless I knew what the future held. I liked him and he treated me great. But I wasn’t a big fan of feeling like a number instead of feeling special. I ended things with him. He was disappointed and told me so. Said if I changed my mind, all I had to do was call. But he wasn’t too broken up about it, even though I kinda was. And even if I was, that said I’d made the right decision.”

“And before him?” Axl asked when I quit speaking.

“No one of note,” I answered.

“You’re sure?”

“I’ll think on it, but yeah, pretty sure.”

He nodded.

Then he launched in.