Another Year Older and Deeper In Debt

I've finally gotten some work, but it's temporary and low-wage. Won't cover my bills, but will help me struggle through Christmas at least. I've reached that point where I am horny in a purely intellectual sense, because it has been so long since I've fucked a woman (over a year), and I have no money to either pay for one, nor date one. And Mrs. Jonny is thriving without me. I have felt pretty useless for the last few months, I have to say.

Anniversary

Yes, I've been gone for a long time. I've had nothing to write here, and have thought about shutting the blog down completely. I've heard nothing from the lawyer, no resolution to the strip club problem. I'm still unemployed. My parents are helping me out still, but they can't afford to do it any longer. I'm waiting for an answer on a job interview I had week before last, but there were 26 applicants for the job, so I'm not holding my breath. Today I finished the first draft of a novel I started on September First. Maybe in a couple of years, I'll get a little money out of it. But I'm not holding my breath for that either. Tomorrow is the second anniversary of the day Mrs. Jonny and I had The Talk. Two years since I found out my marriage was doomed. In the two years since, my life has spiraled steadily down. I'm living by myself in a tiny old house that's falling apart. I have no job, no insurance. I'm falling behind on all my payments. I haven't had sex in a year. And Mrs. Jonny, meanwhile, seems happier than ever. Successful at work, no debts, plenty of money in the bank. Weird thing is, we're still married. She still hasn't taken that last step. I wonder if she ever will.

I Am Joe's Complete Lack of Surprise

From the Daily Mail: Are men or women more likely to cheat? While men have always had a worse reputation for being unfaithful, recent studies show that women are catching up fast - but we are a lot more likely to lie about it, and a lot less likely to get caught. Simply put, it seems that women are better at having affairs than men. Read the rest here.

Post-Meeting

Well, the meeting didn't go over as well as I had hoped. As I suspected back when all this shit first came down two months ago, the fact that I fell behind on payments to Master Po will probably bite me in the ass. On the positive side, landlord's daughter was talking out of her ass when she tried to justify why they could continue to operate the club without me. On the negative side, if she had been right, I would have had a perfect out from this mess. As it is, he sent a letter to Master Po's lawyer asking for a refund of the money I paid. He thinks we've got a strong enough case to work out some kind of settlement probably, but he said our case is not strong enough to take to court. Which says to me that there will be no settlement. They won't pay unless they're forced to.

Progress, Maybe

Two months after the fact, I may have a lawyer. I told him very superficially the situation, and he says I may have a case. He has to review some statutes and I'll meet with him Wednesday morning. If he can get some of my money back, that will take a ton of pressure off my unemployed ass.

I'm Still Alive

Sorry for the long absence. I just haven't had anything to say. I'm in much the same position now as when I was first escorted out of my club almost two months ago: unemployed, just on the cusp of broke (my parents have come through with just enough money to keep my head above water, bill-wise). I've had no more real contact with anyone from the club, and I am still too broke to contemplate hiring an attorney. By the time I have one, they will have already done everything they can to shield themselves from any action I bring against them, I'm sure. The only thing of real note that I have done is to join Facebook (finally) under DJ's name. Lois is now a Facebook friend. She doesn't really post anything on there about herself, so I don't know what's going on with her other than that she's in a relationship with some dude who rides a motorcycle. I haven't really tried to talk to her on there at all, though. Hell, I only friended her to see if she would accept or if she would ignore. She accepted. That was good enough.

Just Desserts

Drank a little and texted Alexis last night. She told me she was working at a different club, so I went to see her. She told me she no longer works at the old place. Apparently Jim is going through with his plan to shut down the strip club and turn it into a dance club. He and his wife, the bartender, have been begging her to come back to work, but she says, "Fuck that. We go back in and make them money, then they shut down and kick us out? No way." She also intimated that business had not improved since I left.