Ick.

I’d just started working with a client who ran a small business. It wasn’t BAD work, but he was clearly kind of a scummy guy. The building he worked in was in terrible shape, his employees were underpaid, and he was just kind of… gross. He kept trying to impress me with stories of his “wild days,” which, as far as I could tell, had only “ended” about three years ago when he divorced his ex-wife. He was roughly 49, if not in his 50s.

One day I met his new new wife… who was younger than me – I’d put her at 26, and not what you’d call a “mature” 26 either. When he introduced her to me he raised his eyebrows at me with a look that said “nice, right?”

He never treated me badly, but I figured it was only a matter of time. I hustled up more work, finished the project, and said goodbye. 

I recently saw him driving downtown in a convertible I don’t think he could reasonably afford and another 20-something woman in the passenger seat. 

Ick.