Well, one of the gals I came across confessed that she was married and really uncomfortable about the mix of intimacy with any kind of financial help, implied or otherwise. She is a career musician and gigs pretty regularly. I don’t know if you know any musicians but most of them lead a pretty tough life full of practice, patience, and almost constant rejection. It bugs me that a small percentage of musicians make an exorbitant amount of money while most make hardly enough to get by in life.
I’m going to skip the details of how we met.
So we find out we like each other and after almost a month of very short messages back and forth I finally squeeze a flimsy commitment out of her to an afternoon of coffee. But it’s not the time that’s in issue, or whether she likes me. It’s the fact that she doesn’t have gas money. Are you fucking kidding me? I would so gladly pay your gas money just for the very fact that you are a real musician, sacrificing your life for your art! The fact that she sincerely thinks I might hold $20 in gas as a Sword of Damocles over her head is a testament to how much she’s been screwed. I’ll have more information on this as it unfolds.
I don’t give a fuck about your bad reputation.
PunkRockSugarDaddy 