When I first saw Christie dancing on stage with her long blonde hair swirling around her half-nude body, I thought that if I could ever have sex with her I would be completely happy. But today, after having banged her a couple hundred times, I know that's not true.
After 4 years, the hot young dancer is not as young and not as hot. She has drunk alcohol and smoked weed and popped prescription pills at an alarming rate. Often she passed out at my house or in my car, and a couple times I thought she was going to die. Her face has attained the rosy hue of an alcoholic.
Even worse, her life is a mess. She constantly fights with her ex-husband over their son, and she picks boyfriends who are felons, drunks and unemployed druggies. Some of them have beaten her up. I have tried to tell her to drop these sketchy characters, but she never listens to good advice.
For the past few months, Christie has directed her anger against me, which she never used to do. Sometimes she has treated me like a boyfriend rather than her best customer, and has blamed me for her problems. She has also been lying to me about who she is seeing and what she is doing.
I told her I did not like her friends or her drinking and that I did not want to be around her any more. She does not take rejection well. She doesn't have much experience with men rejecting her. She shows absolutely no gratitude for all the things I have done for her.
But I can't do this with her any longer. I don't want to get sucked down by her bad decisions and drug abuse and criminal associates. I would have liked to remain her friend, but she now views me as another man who has victimized her.
So I'm walking away. The best music for my exit is Steve Martin's “Jubilation Day.â€
Good move. Ya can't save the world.