The Gymnast

I found the Gymnast on Seeking Arrangements.  Another disappointing site where you can't even seem to pay for what you want.  We arranged to meet at a dive bar that was conveniently located for both of us.

I arrived first.  There was a group of regulars around a pool table in the back and a couple more regulars at the bar.  Someone was feeding the jukebox eighties metal selections.  I did not dare select anything.  My music tastes tend not to be for the bar crowd.  I was on my second beer before the Gymnast arrived with a friend in tow.  The Gymnast is young (21 yrs old).  She is a mix of good girl and bad girl that I like.  She is blond and reminds me of Billy with the fifteen extra pounds that give her a healthy look.  She coaches kids gymnastics and works at a bar in Royal Oak.  She is covered with tattoos, some of them dark. 

Her friend is also young.  Ironically the friend goes to the same yoga studio as me.  She is in a mixed-level class, so we haven't crossed paths, but we discuss meeting up to do so.  The friend is darker complected and reminds me of Tinkerbell.

The girls order drinks, and we talk at the bar.  The Gymnast is refreshingly open and candid.  She has one of those hard life stories that sucks me right in.  Her father died when she was fourteen.  Her mother took little responsibility.  Her ex-boyfriend recently overdosed and died.

I like her.  She would be the perfect distraction for the holidays.  I am not talking about a relationship.  She is a paid companion, but she is natural, and I can be myself around her.  We decide to meet the following night after gymnastics practice. 

The next night she is late.  I feel like that is just one thing I will need to expect from her.  When she arrives, she is dressed in leggings and a bright blue tee with her name across the back under the word coach.  We sit and talk about ourselves.  We are both open books, and we discuss the twisted things in our pasts.  She is depressed.  Her ex's death was this week, and she is still processing it.

I tell her, "This arrangement is what you make of it.  If you want to go to a concert or a play, I will make it happen.  If you just want to come over and hang out, that is okay too."

Later, when we go upstairs, It is initially awkward, but she is at ease, and I am soon at attention.  The sex is good.  She has firm small breasts with pierced nipples.  She says she pierced them because her nipples are inverted, but it didn't really help.  She is surprisingly affectionate during sex.  Something you don't always see in these situations.  It tends to blur the lines between relationship and arrangement, but I like it when things are a bit blurred.

I'd like to see her again, but it has been hard to pull her out of her depression.  We are on opposite sides of the pendulum, but both dealing with our own issues.  I am hoping we can brighten each other's lives up during this season of misery.  Time will tell.