I sat across from the 50 something attorney and pretended to laugh at his obnoxious jokes. I was counting down the minutes until the waiter brought our check and I could get in an Uber and head home. I had my first allowance from the doctor burning a hole in my pocket and had been eyeing a black Prada fur vest on The Real Real which would look good with my blonde hair.
On the cab ride home, I contemplated if I really wanted to have multiple arrangements. I had a connection with the doctor and I knew he had taken his Making Arrangement profile down. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to do the same, but I did know that I couldn’t have been less interested in my date that evening. Would anything else be as exciting as my newfound fling with Mark Reilly? It was becoming increasingly less likely.
When I got home I fed Marty and eagerly began perusing the fur vault on www.therealreal.com. Shopping after a bottle of Moet was probably not the best idea and I definitely had bills to pay. But I felt I deserved a little treat for myself. Plus, the doctor was there to help alleviate my financial stress. And it didn’t seem he was going anywhere anytime soon.
I had just pulled my hair back in a messy bun and slipped into my blush pink silk robe, when I got a text from across the pond…