Sometimes, Money DOES Equal Happiness. Sometimes, Livin’ On a Prayer Gets OLD.
He looks me right in the eyes. Then, he blindsides me with the question. “So, how much do you charge?” My mind races. So does my heart. Ohshitohshitohshit. How much is too much? How much is too little? I don’t want him to think I’m an amateur! Quick, say something! Something smooth! I meet his eyes. “Well, what’s your budget look like?” I say, in a way that comes out sounding way more seductive than I mean it to sound.
Feb 3, 2011