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old sheets and blankets and tosses them on the couch for me.
“The few people who have crashed here found the couch to be surprisingly comfortable,” she tells me.
I am so overwhelmed by everything that has happened that I can barely squeeze out a “thank you.”
“Mickey should be at the club by now. You ready for this?’
I take a deep breath to calm my nervous heartbeat.
“Let’s do it,” I say. “Tonight is the first night of the rest of my life.”
Chapter 8
Ryan
I am more than ready for life to return to normal. And when I say normal, I mean my normal. Normal for me is sleeping in until almost noon, going to the gym, and then heading to a job that requires me to take my clothes off for a living.
Whatever it was that I experienced with Aria is over and done with. It’s done, not just because I like where I’m at right now. It’s done because there is no way she will ever speak to me again after the way I treated her last night.
Even though I know I behaved like a world-class jerk, I am relieved it’s over. I like to keep my life drama-free and predictable, and it would not be either of those things with Aria in my life. I know it is laughable for a 22-year-old male stripper to expect his life to be normal and void of chaos. But this is what I strive toward and for the most part, I have it. The majority of the women I have sex with never want to think of me again except in their dreams or when they are disappointed in their husbands for not paying attention to them or their needs.
This is the way I like it: simple and straightforward. I am ready to get back to the life I have known and enjoyed for the last five years. Yet, I still can’t help but wonder what happened to Aria after I left her at the bar. Did she find another dancer at the club to make her forget what her fiancé and friend did? What do people who have everything do when their world falls apart?
I have never been close enough to someone who has money and family to know what they do when the going gets tough. Do things ever really get that tough when you have people who love you and the security of a flush bank account?
When you live like I did before I moved to New York, and you have nothing, the answer is easy. You keep plugging away because you have no alternative. I can only hope that Aria broke it off with the fiancé and will go back to Texas with her college degree in hand and do something that she loves. Of course, it’s more likely she will stay with the fiancé and spend a couple of years as arm candy before starting a family. Whatever she does, I have a feeling she will be okay. She’s beautiful, rich, and smart, and I am absolutely done thinking about her forever.
People like Theresa and me, we always have to be on our toes because the bottom can fall out and often times, it does. All I have to do is picture my father and mother fighting and then making up over and over and over again. Yes, they stayed married, which is unusual for families that lived the way we did. I don’t think a single one of my friends had both parents around growing up. But staying together isn’t always the best idea if all you manage to do is make each other miserable. When I was a kid, listening to my parents argue through the paper thin trailer walls, I promised myself I would never be anything like them.
I do some pull-ups before hitting the shower. The effort and the sweat feel good. Instead of going to the gym for a workout, I’m going to Central Park for a run. It’s a beautiful day and that means women in spandex will be out running in full force. It surprised me the first time a runner propositioned me in the park. It must be the heady combination of running endorphins and everyone being half-dressed.
I put in five miles and don’t get much of a reaction other than a handful of appreciative looks. This turn of bad luck with women is something I’m not used to. At least not since I began putting in the effort on my
“The few people who have crashed here found the couch to be surprisingly comfortable,” she tells me.
I am so overwhelmed by everything that has happened that I can barely squeeze out a “thank you.”
“Mickey should be at the club by now. You ready for this?’
I take a deep breath to calm my nervous heartbeat.
“Let’s do it,” I say. “Tonight is the first night of the rest of my life.”
Chapter 8
Ryan
I am more than ready for life to return to normal. And when I say normal, I mean my normal. Normal for me is sleeping in until almost noon, going to the gym, and then heading to a job that requires me to take my clothes off for a living.
Whatever it was that I experienced with Aria is over and done with. It’s done, not just because I like where I’m at right now. It’s done because there is no way she will ever speak to me again after the way I treated her last night.
Even though I know I behaved like a world-class jerk, I am relieved it’s over. I like to keep my life drama-free and predictable, and it would not be either of those things with Aria in my life. I know it is laughable for a 22-year-old male stripper to expect his life to be normal and void of chaos. But this is what I strive toward and for the most part, I have it. The majority of the women I have sex with never want to think of me again except in their dreams or when they are disappointed in their husbands for not paying attention to them or their needs.
This is the way I like it: simple and straightforward. I am ready to get back to the life I have known and enjoyed for the last five years. Yet, I still can’t help but wonder what happened to Aria after I left her at the bar. Did she find another dancer at the club to make her forget what her fiancé and friend did? What do people who have everything do when their world falls apart?
I have never been close enough to someone who has money and family to know what they do when the going gets tough. Do things ever really get that tough when you have people who love you and the security of a flush bank account?
When you live like I did before I moved to New York, and you have nothing, the answer is easy. You keep plugging away because you have no alternative. I can only hope that Aria broke it off with the fiancé and will go back to Texas with her college degree in hand and do something that she loves. Of course, it’s more likely she will stay with the fiancé and spend a couple of years as arm candy before starting a family. Whatever she does, I have a feeling she will be okay. She’s beautiful, rich, and smart, and I am absolutely done thinking about her forever.
People like Theresa and me, we always have to be on our toes because the bottom can fall out and often times, it does. All I have to do is picture my father and mother fighting and then making up over and over and over again. Yes, they stayed married, which is unusual for families that lived the way we did. I don’t think a single one of my friends had both parents around growing up. But staying together isn’t always the best idea if all you manage to do is make each other miserable. When I was a kid, listening to my parents argue through the paper thin trailer walls, I promised myself I would never be anything like them.
I do some pull-ups before hitting the shower. The effort and the sweat feel good. Instead of going to the gym for a workout, I’m going to Central Park for a run. It’s a beautiful day and that means women in spandex will be out running in full force. It surprised me the first time a runner propositioned me in the park. It must be the heady combination of running endorphins and everyone being half-dressed.
I put in five miles and don’t get much of a reaction other than a handful of appreciative looks. This turn of bad luck with women is something I’m not used to. At least not since I began putting in the effort on my
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