About two years ago, I had a horribly devastating breakup with a boy that I thought I would be with for the rest of my life. The breakup was odd; it took him 3 bottles of wine for him to summon up the courage to tell me that it wasn’t going to work. I had already suspected it, but he had already started to take steps to move in with the other woman – I suspected it, probably, because he had done the same thing with me almost 3 years prior to that, when he was planning his divorce from his wife of – you guessed it – 2 years.


Aside from my ex’s inability to remain in a committed relationship for more than 2 or 3 years at a time (I certainly don’t wish the new gal any ill-will and hope that they are still together, although I might have some doubts due to his track record), one thing did stick in my mind that for some reason became a catalyst into my foray into my current career in adult entertainment.


“You know, you never blew me until I came.”


For some reason, in the almost 3 years that we were together, he never mentioned the importance of having oral sex to completion. It was especially odd because he had never complained – in fact, no boyfriend had ever complained about my technique. In what was a result of a lack of communication (a constant problem that eventually caused the demise of the relationship), I had failed in taking care of a need that was very near and dear to him. Since our lovemaking would always progress from oral to penetrative, I had simply just assumed that he was happy with how things were.


But I am digressing – the point of this blog is not to ramble about relationships (well, romantic ones anyway), nor to point a finger of blame, nor paint anyone in a bad light. We both made mistakes. We ultimately just weren’t compatible.


In the aftermath of the breakup (and the three days of not eating and uncontrollable crying and feeling sorry for myself), I went through a few stages of self-therapy. I decided that I would go on an emotional sabbatical, where I was just “done” with dating anyone with any emotional attachment. I perused Craigslist’s many dating sections – Men for Women, Strictly Platonic, Misc Romance, Casual Encounters. Nothing really worked; I ultimately realized that I didn’t really want to date anybody – at least for any length of time – and set myself up for any disappointment. My heart just wouldn’t be able to take it. Combine that with a being a woman in her sexual prime (mid-thirties), and you have the female equivalent of a male teen who just wants to “sow his oats” with no strings attached. But in this day and age, you can’t just go casually into a situation like that – too many STDs, too many scary people. I wanted to be in an environment where that would be a non-issue.


And then I remembered Frank and gave him a call.

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