He looked woozy, himself. “Yeah, I didn’t realize that either.” “I’m scared, Bruno. I don’t know if I want to do this.”
“Well, you’ll be asleep. It probably looks worse than it is,” he said.
Yes, he still wanted me to go through with it. I knew that with new boobs, I could have bought a certain desirability and therefore power to hold onto Bruno—which I made mean love, even though it was no such thing. So, I decided I was willing to buy this feeble love with saline bags in my chest. I was ushered to the front desk to set up my appointment for the surgery and to pay. I must say that it was the one time in my life that I was grateful for being broke. Bruno couldn’t help pay, and, fortunately, I didn’t have enough credit left on my Visa card, so I was denied. Thank you, Jesus and all you angels!
And thank you also for letting me come to understand what it means to have a soul mate and not to settle for someone like Logan or Bruno. Or a Playboy type. These new clients that want their day at the Hefner manse may not have any idea what it means to have a deep, loving connection. They will go through a number of titsy- pops, and I will do many affirmations to keep from feeling like a glorified madam in a whoreho~use in this world of insane dating in the City of Angels.
* I do not compare myself to young titsy-pops. My body is
lovely just as it is.
* A little Botox now and then doesn’t count.
* I help soul mates, not playmates, find each other. Soul
* I humbly thank the universe for helping me connect with my
own soulmate, allowing me to know what it’s like to be loved.
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