Public Notice: Do NOT allow a man to come into your home, eat your food that you prepared, enjoy meals with your friends and family, sleep in your bed, have access to your womb, and then turn around and betray you with lies and throw you in the trash like garbage and then blame you for his abuse.
Oh. Hell. No.
Who does this mother-fucking (literally) gigolo think he is? This ain’t your mommy and daddy’s abusive relationship!
Dinner conversation last night.
Me: “I really think he’s a gigolo.”
Man 1: “Of course.”
Me: “What do you mean, “of course?””
Man 2: “It’s obvious. Everyone can see that.”
Man 1: “It should be obvious. I mean, come on. How much younger is he than you?”
Woman 1: “And the other women….25-35 years older than him. All of them with a lot more money than him.”
Man 2: “He is a gigolo. You are the only one to have any doubts about it.”
Man 1: “It’s embarassing for all us Mexicans.”
Woman 2: “Can you blame him? He lived his life in a place where he can’t flush his dirty toilet paper. Imagine that smell in your house. You’d be grasping grandmas to help you get to first-world plumbing. He has no access to modern plumbing and he cannot get out of that situation by himself. That tells you a lot about desperation driving his ethics.”
Man 2: “His ethics are the same as his plumbing.”
Everyone laughed. Then a seriousness fell upon us as we realized the truth behind the joke.
The leadership book ain’t gonna help, but we understand why you tried to make a difference.