I would feel like a slutty if I pole danced.

Guest — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 10:28:58 -0500

Is it really that fun? Funny imagery here though. loving the read. xo, Janelle

love

Guest — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 18:04:32 -0500

the honesty in this one!

Wow!!

elenatest — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 10:12:32 -0500

What a steamy episode! Go Esme!

Pole dancing as exercise

LAgal — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 12:44:58 -0500

Interesting reading--wonder how this will turn out from Esme.

pole dancing

LAgal — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 12:44:04 -0500

this is quite imaginative---can't wait to see if it helps Esme.

Episode 7: Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:12:23 -0500

Sometimes I think it all begins and ends with alcohol. Like, when I met Jeffrey it was at this bar aptly called, believe it or not, "The Pick Me Up," and when I kicked him out it was in a martini-infused rage that was like something out of "A Streetcar Named Desire." Which isn't to say I condone the use of alcohol to enhance/numb your feelings (take note, you adorable minors out there) but I just feel the need to make a point. In a minute, you'll see why.

Yesterday, Jeffrey shows up at my door. It's the afternoon, like two or three, pouring rain outside, and of course I'm alone on the treadmill and watching reruns of "Law and Order: Movie Has-beens Turned TV Cops" when the doorbell rings and rings and rings and I'm like, "Who is this moron?" and I'm thinking I should have gone with my BFF Annabelle to the shooting range in Beverly Hills to learn how to "pack one" like she told me to. And then, suddenly, the door opens and there's Jeffrey, standing, soaking wet, and dripping water on my brand new floors.

Now the fact that Jeffrey still has a key is a big, fat, obvious problem. He was supposed to surrender it and I was supposed to change the locks when he didn't and neither of us did what we were supposed to do. And he just stands there, looking at me and of course I can tell immediately that he's drunk off his ass and he's kind of swaying from side to side and then he says, "Esme, c'mon — for old times sake. Get on the fucking pole."