my future as a male escort

Yesterday; I was sitting at a bar, writing, having a few drinks before I went home after a long day of being fired from Starbucks, saying goodbye to a relationship of three-and-a-half-years, and seeking a replacement-job when a conversation that was being had between two men sitting next to me became more interesting than my rather sulk-esque writing: “Your patients have insurance companies to pay you with but my clients have their wealthy husband’s money.” One of the men is a doctor, the other, a male-escort; the male-escort makes more money than the doctor. . . . heeeh