While with a patron, I had the strongest, wildest urge to suggest something particular. Unsure if the desire was mutual or just a product of my fevered mental wanderings, I blurted out a typically obtuse statement.
That did not get the effect I expected and nearly ruined the moment.
The next night I kept my mouth shut and let body language work. It turned out not to be my own imaginings, but a mutual want I’d been picking up from my patron. This time we happily came to an agreement.
I am learning to care less about what is proper. To care more about following my instincts of the moment. The connection I speak of creating is not a marketing ploy or fantasy.
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