On: Huzzah to Business Arrangements! Huzzah!!
This article is best enjoyed whilst listening to the song "Unbreakable" by Shane Filan - https://youtu.be/F1Gw9ONIS4w
I believe I have only mentioned this before in passing but I have never told anyone the story of how I once chatted up a Sexual Fulfillment businesswoman and asked if she'd consider taking part payment for our proposed tryst.
This happened early last year and I told her I was broke with just a little cash to spare but I'd pay the balance later on. And I think the shocking part of the whole situation to me back then was that she rejected my proposal. I was hurt, really hurt, not just because the arrangement fell through but because I felt like she wasn't as shrewd a businesswoman as I had thought she was.
I should also admit that I probably was hurt too because this was someone who knew that I was good for the cash. I am not a chronic debtor. I make sure to pay my debts on time when I do owe and best of all, I am never the type you'd have to chase around to get your money. So, it did indeed hurt me when she refused my proposal because this was someone with who I believed I had built a rapport. This was someone who would come over to my apartment, spend the night and I'd prepare a meal for her, and we’d gist, and one time I even baked cupcakes for her. As such, I couldn't for the life of me fathom as to why she'd not trust me enough to consider my proposal for part payment.
Nevertheless, looking back now, I have come to realize that maybe I was being one-sided in my reasoning and angst. For one thing, maybe she did consider my proposal for a moment and maybe if we lived in a perfect world, she’d not have given it any second thought before accepting it. But then again, maybe she chose not to do so, not because she didn't trust me but rather that she was trying her best to err on the side of caution. Who is to say that she hadn't previously trusted someone else the same way, only for the person to have "SHENKED" her when it came time to pay up. And I know I said I was always one to pay my debts on time but wouldn't that be something even the most chronic debtor would say just to get some empathy for some extra credit. Personally, I think sometimes as humans when we become so sure and cocky (sexual pun intended) about our own capabilities, we tend to forget how easily we can become disappointed by them as well.
Truth is, I never saw things this way back then and so it wasn’t surprising that after that particular conversation, with my bruised ego, I stopped reaching out to her per any further business arrangements. Yes, I felt slighted and I believed our business arrangement was no longer something that was beneficial to either of us but more than anything, I felt like she broke an unwritten rule of SF transactions - she never gave any room for negotiation.
A year has passed and I reckon some of you might be wondering why I have decided to share this story now. Well, the answer is simple: yesterday, I thought of her. In all honesty, her thoughts came to me after boredom had taken me down the rabbit hole that was my Google Photos Drive. Browsing around in there and catching up on photos and memories, I had come across a couple of pictures of her and a video that I had recorded one time when she was over at my place. One picture was of her smiling and I remember this was the first picture she had sent to me when our conversation had transitioned from Tinder to WhatsApp. Nevertheless, it was the video that really struck a chord in my very fragile heart though. In it she was lying on my bed in black tights, her derriere threatening to burst through its thin-veiled fabric. She also had a t-shirt on but my phone’s camera was focused on documenting her magnificent backside as she effortlessly twerked to a trap song playing in the background, doing this whilst simply lying down (I kid you not). I remember I recorded that video grinning from ear to ear and on watching it, I could just as easily hear the excitement in my own voice as I hyped her twerking skills from the background. The video was about 30 seconds long and played in a loop; and as I watched and re-watched it, it brought back warm memories to my mind, of a time when our business arrangement thrived. It also brought back sensual memories as well, because I can vividly recall that she was incredibly acrobatic under the sheets. Whoosh! And in all honesty, for a moment while I watched that video in a loop, I felt tempted to want to text her out of the blue, a year later and just say:
"Hey, it's Mifa...I know it's been a while but I just wanted to check on you and see how you're doing"
And I know that to the untrained eye, that block of text might seem very basic and borderline boring but chances are if she is still very much the ebullient Sexual Fulfillment businesswoman that I used to know, then her reply to such a text, if I ever did send it would have simply been:
"Hiya...happy new year Mifa. When are we seeing?"
Ah, the beauty of a working business arrangement!
Sadly, I won't be texting her. Not because I don't want to (Lord knows I do) but because at this point, regardless of how I might still feel about her not accepting my part payment proposal that one time, I have come to realize that sometimes some business arrangement needs to give way for other profitable business ventures. And I can only hope that the moment I stopped texting her and severed our business arrangement, she took it like the boss that she is and forged ahead to make better business decisions.
And yes, I do admit that lowkey, I am still hurt that she never trusted me enough to accept my part payment proposal. For one thing, I know for a fact that if there is no trust between two consenting-adults-sexual-fulfillment business partners in their business arrangement, then there can't be any fulfillment to even look forward to at all.
So, to end this, I would like to propose a toast and say, “Let’s all raise our glasses to the memories of all Sexual Fulfillment business arrangements that died, and say cheers to a newer, more profitable business ventures that were built from their remains.”
Huzzah!