The Redux

The Redux

The boy got on the plane back in July 2011 and I SWORE I would never host again because saying goodbye and leading up to the goodbye was so heart wrenching.  I had to let the boy go back to his country and then what?  I moped, for while.  Fortunately or unfortunately I was working at a place that had me so consumed that I didn’t have enough time to think about it.  We did manage to go and visit him back in February of this year (2012) and the antics picked up exactly where they left off.  I think he got taller, he definitely got handsomer, and he was the perfect gentleman he always was.

What has changed is that I now get texts from him as he visited his first strip club.  5am his time and pictures, no less to go along with them.  I am 4k miles away asking him to please collect his friend from being face down on the floor (EWWWWWWW!) and get in a cab to get home.  He was so excited and proud of the strip club experience, one that he could not share with his real mom.  Wait, What?   He is preparing to enter college in the spring and become a doctor.  YES!  A surgeon no less, and my heart overflows with joy and awe of this exceptional young man who gets that working hard pays off, but life is short and should be lived with zeal.  I would just like to keep that zeal out of strip clubs………