frankly

uggh. you know what happened on friday night?? i was cocktailing and this jackass offered me a million dollars to live with him for a year. at first i laughed and played along, but then he got deadly serious about it. i said i would need a contract, and he said fine, and he offered me 10,000 dollars to have brunch with him on sunday to discuss the rules. it just felt so weird and dirty, him lording potential money over me. it sucked. of course i didn't go. but the whole thing was just strange. if you have that much money, why not find your own gold-digging girlfriend? one couldn't be that hard to find. and, i'm really not that good looking. that was another puzzling thing. i did think though, how could i cash in and turn this into some kind of art project?