When my BFF was dumped for a poor bitch

When we had cars, jobs, and money—she had nada. No car, no future, no job, nothing. He had to pick her up, pay for everything, and take care of her. And yet… he still chose her.

Meanwhile, my best friend? Gorgeous. Brilliant. She lived in a big house, had her own car, held down a job, graduated at the top of our class, and went to tech school all at the same time. She had a solid family, a plan, and everything in place by 18. And yet… he still cheated on her for the bug-eyed girl who barely graduated and had nothing going for her.

Three months in, and he was already bending over backwards for the damsel in distress.

The Harsh Truth: Kevin Samuels Was Right

The majority of men aren’t choosing women based on brains or income. And hell, sometimes it’s not even about looks. My best friend was a total brat, a spoiled little princess. The other girl? Just kinda bitchy, but in a way that made him feel good.

And that’s the point—men go where they feel good. My friend’s intelligence and success didn’t make him feel good. The fact that she made more money than him? Definitely didn’t make him feel good.

He went with the woman who fed his ego.

This is why sex workers will always have employment.

The Escape Factor

So many of my customers are in relationships—happy ones, even. They love their wives and girlfriends. But those women? They’re part of their life. I’m the escape.

• We don’t need to chat about the kids or the bills.

• I don’t care if you called your mom back.

• I don’t care if you drank too much today.

• I don’t care if you lie about your life.

• I don’t care about your kinks—we don’t need to discuss anything.

I’m just here—a break from reality.

“She’s your 9-5, I’m your weekend.”

Yeah, that.

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