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“Really, mom. I’m twenty-one not twelve. You want to check my homework, too?”
“If I knew what the hell I was looking at, I would.” she laughed.
“Girl you know we don’t know what the hell your homework is talking about.” Penelope said.
“Sometimes I don’t know what the hell my homework is talking about, either.” I laughed.
*
That evening I went to work and I had to share the gossip with Jaime. It was wrong of me to spread Jessica’s business in that way but it was too juicy not to share. I had to tell someone to see what they thought, especially since I was debating about looking into it myself. All I could think about was having financial freedom. That was worth a few dates with rich men.
“I’m not surprised to hear that she would do something like that.” Jaime said, “She seems like the type.”
“What does that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It just seems like she fucks for cash.”
I rolled my eyes, “No need to get nasty.”
I wasn’t all that surprised by Jaime’s critique. It was no secret that she didn’t like Jessica. For some reason, their personalities didn’t mesh. The two of them reminded me of oil and vinegar. I understood them both and loved them both.
Jessica had the knack for rubbing most women the wrong way. Most women are apologetic for being sexy and beautiful. Jessica revels in it and flaunts it. That gets under people’s skin but to me, I think it’s amazing. More women should be that way. Well not with the bitchy part.
“I’m not the one getting nasty.” she said with a grin.
“Stop it because I’m thinking of trying it. Come on you have to admit that the idea is pretty intriguing. Dating a rich guy and he pays you, it sounds bad but I’m interested. What do I have to lose?”
“Hmm what about your life. There are some fuckin’ wierdos on the internet.”
“Everyone is on the internet now. So I don’t think those same rules apply anymore.”
“I would try it but I’m too scared to do something like that. But I do have a friend that did something similar and married the guy. She didn’t meet him on a sugar daddy website but he was really rich and they set up an arrangement. I’m surprised that they’re still together and happy. So it’s rare, but it could work.”
“I’m not trying to meet my husband there. I’m not about to marry some 60-year-old dude, I don’t care how much money he has. I want my children to have a father that doesn’t need a sponge bath.”
“You never know. Sometimes money talks and you end up connecting with someone that you never expected.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see about that.”
After that talk, I was sold on at least trying the website. I was already imagining meeting a man that looked like George Clooney or Richard Gere. If I were lucky, I would meet a Denzel Washington. Don’t judge me, a girl can dream, right?
“Well, just let me know how it goes and be careful.”
“I’ll keep you posted.”
“Oh and be warned. Usually only white men frequent sites like that, so you may not find your usual type.”
“No worries, money crosses cultural boundaries.”
“Ack! Just be careful.”
I laughed, “Okay I will. I promise.”
I sounded more certain than I felt. My stomach felt like it was tied in knots just thinking about putting up a profile. What if someone I knew saw me there? Would my profile be found on Google? Oooh, if my mom found out she would go bat shit crazy.
Jaime and me headed back to work and I focused on trying to get through the rest of my shift. Before the end of my shift, a customer complained that I brought her the wrong order. She didn’t tell me about it, she took her complaint straight to Georgia. I swear to you, I brought her what she asked for. The problem is, she had wanted to substitute her order but we don’t allow substitutions.
Instead of backing me up the way a manager should, Georgia yelled at me directly in front of the customer, “Were you paying attention to anything that she actually wanted or were you too busy doing something else?”
