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Unsurprisingly, Hank made a move on me, and I kissed him for a split second before withdrawing abruptly. I sensed that he wanted a puppet more than a girlfriend, and no amount of gifts or pampering could compensate for having to deal with such a controlling person.So I scrambled to the front door—thankfully, it was unlocked—and bid Hank good riddance.The next few people who reached out to me through Seeking Arrangement were not up my alley.One man complained that his disability made it difficult for him to pick up women.I was frustrated with my job, which offered little upward mobility, and was thinking about quitting it to pursue my goal of becoming a full-time freelance writer.Holding me back were my lack of savings and my fear of sacrificing a regular paycheck. So what if I had to tap into my inner geisha to secure a patron?The less she asks for, the more she gets.” If his expression could speak, it would have said, “Don’t expect cash, bitch.”“Sounds fair,” I said.But Hank’s last statement felt somewhat threatening.
His promises of expensive shoes and trips to the Caribbean weren’t all that enticing, but I still wanted to fact-check his wealth. Hank led me on a tour of his apartment, which was every bit as luxurious as I’d expected, with floor-to-ceiling views of Manhattan and expensive art on the walls.
Before we sat down, Hank gave me elevator eyes and said, “Good. Even with a pre-nup, though, you’re at risk.”“Right,” I said.
I need a tall, blonde girlfriend.”When the waiter arrived, I ordered a very necessary glass of Sauvignon Blanc. I allowed Hank to feed me a piece of meat and chewed thoroughly.
The first thing I noticed when I met Darrell for cocktails at the So Ho Grand Hotel was that his appearance did not match what his profile had advertised.
He’d said he had brown hair, but he was almost completely bald; his body type was more teapot than “athletic”; and he was several inches shorter than he had claimed.