Take My Ex-Wife. Please.
Jason and I sat proudly watching Bear in his weekend sports league while sharing a mini buffet of food we bought from the vending machine. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jason says something incredibly sweet and heartfelt. A compliment, which for Jason, is rare.
“I was watching Client 9, the Elliot Spitzer story. You should totally quit your job and do that. You’d be good at it.”
“You’re suggesting I become a prostitute?”
“Not a prostitute. An escort.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“No it’s not. They are looking for cute girls who you can talk to. You know, have conversations with. They’d like you.”
“I see you’ve really thought this through.”
I heart my baby daddy. He’s always looking out for me. I wonder if he’d be my pimp. Kind of like a family business. But totally inappropriate and illegal.
More on Jason? See: Advice From My Ex-Husband.