There is no doubt that dancers, especially the ones that provide extra service, as a group, with a few exceptions who are well adjusted, intelligent, and practical about what they're doing, generally have a *lot* of problems. But every once in a while, there's a hint of normalcy in the drama.
This past week, MFC(Classic) invited me over for "lunch". After she was through with her meal, and I'd paid the tab, we were just kind of hanging and talking. I asked her how her kids were doing, and this beatific smile came across her face. "My baby started school last month, and she made me something. Want to see?"
Without waiting for an answer, not that I would have declined in any case, she goes and gets one of these macaroni-glued-to-construction-paper things that every parent of grade school children has, with hearts and "I love mom" spelled out in shells and glue. Then she shows me their latest pictures, and even a movie she made with her phone.
Of course, beneath the veneer of domestic bliss is the sad truth that she doesn't have custody of her kids, only supervised visitation, and that only twice a month.
Then I had to get back to work. She hugged me, thanked me for coming over, and walked back into the house with her daughter's gift against her chest.
After learning something like this about my favourite lady's personal life, I would be hard pressed to continue the relationship. Generally the more I know about the lady's life the less I am interested in the sex. I visit my favourite sweetie in Toronto fairly frequently for a jolly romp but I have no interest in getting to know her as a person. The only intersection in our lives is the SC and the concomitant sex. gmd: Do you want and/or seek out this info from MFC(Classic)?