With that s** worker though, she has been around for a long time in this business. And she started out in my kink, which in itself is a bit… you know, like I noticed her in as far back as 2010, and even way back then, because I knew OF her, I had seen her around online, pictures, I though “she really looks like her… Nah… No way” it was only recently I started think “it could be”

And it could be, but maybe not. I offered her the opportunity to recognize me, and tell me the name I want to hear… Which she didn’t.

But also IF it’s her, she kind of has a reason to be pissed off at me I guess for the way I vanished when we were kids, suddenly, without a word. Mind you, I remember doing it, and that was my intention. She wasn’t giving me anything substantial back then to let me know she cared as much as I did so I did the b****** thing and intentionally did not go back to say goodbye thinking “you are damn well going to feel this”… And I think she did feel it. I always believed it. So when we had an encounter more than ten years later, grown up, in a bar… Yeah… She knew it and felt it. So how do you suppose she felt when I walked out the door with me and my buds and didn’t look back again?

If you get a catty type women, and THERE WAS something deep, and you are as much of a catch and good looking as me, she’s f****** pissed off. She wants to kill you.

I ran into her sister a few years ago. 3 or so years ago when I was doing vending machines. I had to to to an arena for a co workers machine. This happened to be sign up day for a little girls team of some sort. Hockey? G*******, it’s busy, packed and he has tons of good s*** in his machine. Skittles and Starburst of all types and everything’s my in between. So I’m working this one machine, it’s open and the next thing you know I have 6 girls surrounding in an arch oohing and awing look at that, I can’t even move? So I finally said “Girls, please… Can you please step away from the machine, I don’t want you to get hurt, please…” Which is true, those doors are heavy, there’s strap things, the trays are heavy, my hands are cut to rat s***. I said it loud enough, but politely enough, I said please like 3 times, hoping someone would hear me. A dad did and he goes “Girls! Over here…. Here… Leave the guy alone, let him work…” I gave Himmat thumbs up, a thank you and I continued to work. I like oked o