I have an event to go to on Tuesday and it’s kind of a big deal. I’m getting an award. But my producing partner just had her marriage of 10 years blow up and instantly started jumping into rebound sex with some actor who she plans to take to the red carpet event.
I should mention that she’s pretty damn attractive. Tall, thin, blonde, straight… she’s going to look great.
And here I am now not wanting to go because I’m going to be stag, and I’ve never hated my body more than I do right now.
So here I am genuinely looking online to find a non-sexual female escort for the evening that doesn’t mind being a woman’s date… and honestly, I’m not sure which situation sounds worse, and it’s not like I can afford it either.
I’m sure this would all seem like some whacky fun adventure you laugh at in hindsight, but it doesn’t help that I’ve never been more suicidally depressed in my life. I feel like I’m bailing water out of my soul to avoid getting to the point where I do just hang myself.
That day feels soon, and this doesn’t fucking help.
I’m going to get so fucking drunk at this thing and torpedo my career. I just don’t give a fuck anymore.