What's a secret you won't share with anyone in person, but you are willing to share anonymously?

I'll keep the details to myself, but a therapy session used to be one of the services that was advertised. The worker once commented on social media how some of the clients wished only to talk. The comment was posted after my first meeting, so I was a recent example, but I expect that I wasn't the first.

I wish I could say that they wanted me to visit even after they had stopped work. I had paid for the date. If I was in some sort of Pretty Woman situation, then that would be quite something else. My most recent and final session was early last month. At the end, after all the time was over, there was a short discussion about how what we'd like to do if and when we'd be in the same city. The announcement of retirement came a few days later.

I was leaving it until early November before I wanted to get in touch. Even before all the trouble with the road accident, the subject of my income is currently unknown. By next month I could have nothing, so there was no point making any plans or booking any flights before then. Even if the Worker has flaked out and run off - which has been a continual source of worry for me, despite it being an unlikely outcome - I would like to get away from my problems for a bit, and I've always wanted to visit the forests and beaches of the PNW.

Maybe upon arrival I'll get my very own manic pixie tour guide who can take me to all the local free love communes and parties with free drugs. Stories like that always happen to American girls who visit Europe. Yes, yes, I know they're liars, or they spent all their karma at once in order to live out some YA romance fantasy. The reality is I'll be sweaty and tired, living in the cheapest and shiftiest AirBnB place I can find, and will probably be too anxious to ever go anywhere else in Seattle besides tourist traps and nature trails. Hardly the exotic casanova killing time and leaving babies. It'd be more believable that I'd have my afternoon and evening with the Worker, and somehow I'd won them over with a natural 20 and get invited back to their place for three solid days of catching up for lost time. I can dream, but mostly I'd be happy to spend one last day with somebody I admired for so much more than their body, no matter how much I felt intimidated by such lived potential.

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