You Seem Like a Heroin Girl

Can people change?

“Lemme guess…” he said, squinting, staring into me as if trying to solve a puzzle - or maybe more like a problem. I knew this look. Men have been giving me this look since before I understood what it meant. I waited to find out what he was guessing at, smiled politely and took another sip of the $500 red he’d just ordered.

“Heroin. You seem like a heroin girl. Am I right?” Now he was an expectant kindergartener, ready for his gold star. “I’ve got some upstairs in my safe. Shall we?”

Flattering as it was to see myself all emaciated and chic through his piercing blues, I figured I better not. Plus, I didn’t want to. Not with him. Still, I wasn’t sure how to correctly answer. I wondered if I was being tested, if this was part of it. A hazing ritual of sorts. A fun game my new boss played with all his new employees.

“I have to get home to my boyfriend,” I stuttered, hoping the boyfriend bit didn’t put him off of keeping me on the payroll. Although, men like this never care if you’re attach…