May 16, 2018 Journal Entry
Frank spent the night last night. I did nothing for him sexually. I told him I’d give him head then I just didn’t. I didn’t want to. I was super irritable. I try so hard not to take it out on him. He so doesn’t deserve it. He’s just so fucking clueless sometimes. Like he gets opening the door for me now, because I told him to do it. But he still orders first in restaurants. Wouldn’t you put two and two together and think about letting the woman go first in all things? Apparently not. Then I think about telling him, teaching him how to be successful with women. Why is that my fucking job? Why should I groom him and spiff him all up for the next woman? But if I don’t, then he’s going to continue to annoy the hell out of me because he has shitty manners. Fuck.
And his teeth. Jesus Christ on a bike. I asked him how much money he made last night, which is none of my fucking business, but he told me. It’s more than I thought but overall a rather pitiful living. I want desperately to ask him about dental insurance, and possibly orthodontics. If he fixed his teeth, he’d be so much much more attractive. I wonder what happened to all his teeth. How can men lose so many teeth? It’s so fucking weird the tooth thing. And that it matters as much as it does to me. But teeth are the first indicator of good hygiene and that you’re in a job that offers dental insurance, which means a somewhat decent job. I’m a fucking snob. With very straight teeth. They could be whiter though…
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