Beautiful Otherness by Shirley Simmons

Author:Shirley Simmons
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Arland Simmons Fine Art LLC
Published: 2021-04-10T22:22:47+00:00

‘‘No, thank you. We didn’t order that,” Jillian said calmly.

The waitress looked toward the bar and whispered, “It’s from the two gentlemen at the bar,” and placed the two margaritas at the table. Prepared to hand over two fake IDs, Jillian and I said thank you and gave a nod toward the bar. But the waitress never asked for them, so we returned to our conversation, ignoring the drinks that had just arrived and the men who’d sent them. Jillian was intrigued by the admirers.

“I’ve never had anyone send me a drink before like this, have you?”

“Yes, I can say that I have, a few times in fact. I’m surprised you never have.

While we were laughing, the two men approached the table making every attempt to look good.

“I’m John and this is Chase. May we join you?”

I looked briefly at Jillian, who had lowered her eyes trying not to look at them. She was a bit naïve.

“Please.” I motioned to the two empty seats at the table. But I had no intention of spending the next couple of hours conversing with our new guests. It was obvious John and Chase had predetermined who they had interest in, so we went along with it for a while. It was clear John had his eyes set on Jillian the moment they sat at the table. Chase was a tall, light-skinned guy with light green eyes, and quite good-looking, so I was completely okay with their choices. As it turned out, he was polite as well as handsome. We fumbled through our conversation, trying to find some common ground, and once we did, all our nervousness melted away.

Chase was a spoiled only-child like I was. He said he could relate to how I felt about not always fit in. Being an only child presented challenges, so we had that in common. He simply chose to deal with it differently than I did. We began dating, and after a couple of dates and a few months, Chase officially became my boyfriend. It was not until then that I shared with him that I was a 14K dancer. At first, he was a little bitter toward me. Maybe he was jealous. Or maybe, because I hadn’t revealed all my information from the beginning, he felt I’d lied to him. Maybe he knew that 14K dancers received a lot of attention and he felt threatened in some way, thinking I might be playing on the side. But he soon forgave me because he knew that he had chosen wisely.

I had a rule of not telling guys I was a 14K right away. There is something about those two words that tested a college male ego. For some reason, it caused them to lose their mind. Most guys viewed dating a 14K as something to conquer, or at best, as his showpiece. I decided early on when I became a 14K that I would not be someone’s trophy. I was aware of how guys talked to the

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