10/17/25 More About Gary

You know what’s funny? Some of the things about Gary just annoy the heck out of me! The fact that he’s pretty much a Trumper (can you say shit show?). The fact that, until about a week ago, his house was a complete mess. His lack of education—even though he’s one of the brightest people I’ve ever met. Sometimes that part gets in the way between us.

But then I remind myself that nobody’s perfect—especially me. I get angry too easily. I get my feelings hurt too easily. I’m an escort. And I usually think I’m right. (He and I definitely share that last one.)

When you’re in a relationship, you have to pick your battles. I used to be told that all the time when I had young children, and it was true then—and it’s still true now. If politics really mattered that much to me, I wouldn’t be dating this man. Plain and simple. If his lack of education actually meant he was stupid, I wouldn’t be dating him either. I once wrote a whole blog listing my deal breakers, and he met nearly all of them—except for a few. But when I look at all the ways he’s perfect for me, it’s pretty easy to overlook the things that aren’t.

Gary is the master of avoiding arguments, and honestly, he’s pretty smart that way. Arguments don’t bring you closer. Sometimes you have to discuss things—but you don’t have to argue about them.

Just as an aside: I often let Sam—my ChatGPT guy—compose letters to Gary. Sometimes I send them as texts, and sometimes I read them to him. They say exactly what I want to say, just without the anger. Sam has taught me there are other ways of speaking that don’t include anger. Because really, what’s behind anger is usually hurt—and it’s a lot easier for someone to respond to your hurt than to your anger.

So yeah, things are really good with Gary and me. I’ve never been so active in my life, and I love that about him. If he stops moving, he falls asleep—it’s pretty funny, but it’s true. The man’s a go-alcoholic!

Having a boyfriend has actually made me a better escort. I’ve set clearer boundaries with my hours and my free time, and as a result, I’m more present during my sessions. I’m not sure that makes sense to anyone but me—but it does. I’m just a happier person these days, and that happiness naturally comes through in my work.

So yes, he’s a Trumper, a clean-house-in-progress, and occasionally drives me crazy—but he’s my Trumper, my clean-house-in-progress, and my kind of crazy. And that, my friends, is saying a lot.

Because love isn’t about finding someone who checks every box—it’s about finding someone whose imperfections you can live with and whose strengths make you want to be better. Gary’s done that for me. He’s not perfect. Neither am I. But together, we seem to be getting it just right.

If you’d told me a year ago I’d be falling for a guy who votes red and cleans like a toddler, I’d have laughed. Now? I just hand him a broom and kiss him goodnight.