2ND Chance OTC
Friday, August 23, 2013 5:21 AM
About a month ago, a dancer that I hadn't heard from in a year or more hit me up and we met up for OTC. A real disappointing OTC. So disappointing, in fact, that I was about to write her off until some of the cooler heads let me know that maybe that experience was an aberration and to give her a second chance. Well, she called again and I gave her a second chance. Here is that tale.
It was a warm Wednesday afternoon in August when I get a call from Angie. She sounds a little melancholy. Normally she is a pretty upbeat individual. We converse for a few when she asks if I'd like to meet up at a La Quinta Inn. I thought about the last time and her poor performance. I also thought about the advice about second chances. Being the kind hearted, brown-eyed, handsome man that I am, I said why not. I love a nooner(take that Al Bundy).
I knocked on her room door and she greeted me in a pair of tight, white booty shorts and spaghetti strap tank. No bra or panties underneath. Her long, black hair was in a pony tail and she was looking hella hot. She greeted me with a hug and a light kiss. So far, so good.
We sit down on the couch and talk a little. Mostly small talk. We start making out some more, our hands roaming over one another. Slow and sensual, nothing rushed, still clothed. I proceed to take her top off and she paused her kissing. Something is amiss, I can feel it. I pull away from her lips, look her in the eyes, and ask "What's wrong?" That's when she broke down and started to cry. Being raised around many women, I'm use to women crying so I don't bug out from it. That being said, I don't like or wanna see a woman in pain. I keep asking her what's wrong but she says nothing. The crying continues and I'm hugging her, doing my best to console her. Just when I think that the waterworks won't abate, she hits me with the news.
She hits me with this-I had a miscarriage this May. Wow! Now the pieces are coming together. No wonder a happy-go-lucky gal like Angie is so different from before. My Mom, my older sister, and two aunts all have had miscarriages and I've seen firsthand their depression due to it. Damn.
Now I'm in a quandary. What do I do? Do I try to continue like the horn dog that I am? Do I leave? Do I try and help her through it? Seeing that I'm not a complete waste of human DNA, I stay and talk to her about the miscarriage. An hour later, I leave. She was much more calm and collected than before.
We never got down to bumping uglies but that's all right with me. She has bigger fish to fry. I left the money with her even though no services were rendered. I know that she needs the money(she sends monthly remittances back to Taiwan). It's probably why she's still doing OTC with former customers.
I don't know if we'll see each other again. Only time will tell. I'm grateful to all of y'all who gave me the second chance advice. At the least, I have closure. This has been SlickSpic, this time not so slick but much more empathetic.
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