Lesson 47: Tabloids aren't somewhere you want to be published in
After two weeks of being consecutively sick, we were finally able to go out yesterday for dinner. He got out of the hospital Tuesday night while I was on my way home. He had to wait for the doctor who was doing his rounds. It seemed like it was going to take forever because when the doctor arrived, he was yapping away about the current events of the country as if Robin would be interested in his opinions. He sounded really sick on the phone when I called to check.
It was nice to be able to get out and spend some time with my boyfriend. Work has been dull without the joy of looking forward to him picking me up after. We worked out an agreement that we would spend time together at least twice a week. I am a needy girlfriend but I have to understand that my boyfriend isn't just anybody. I have to squeeze in between press cons and tv guestings. When it's date night, I demanded to be the center of his attention. No phones, no work, only Robin and Ellie time. I only have two nights a week to be his girlfriend. I have to make the most out of it.
I asked him what would happen if I became his personal secretary, as in apply for a job position directly under him. It seemed like a great idea. I would get to spend the whole day with him and even get paid for what I usually do for free when we were still living together. Only the douche answered without hesitation "I'd get you pregnant." I rolled my eyes at his desires, yeah it wouldn't work out. He then went on a rant of scenarios if I did get to work with him.
1. You would be mad at me if I wasn't free for lunch. I don't have lunch breaks. I work the whole time. You would start berating me 'no work on the table!' if I check my phone
2. "No sex on the table." No woman. We're gonna do it whenever I want to do it.
3. You would confiscate all the coke in my ref and replace it with water. No woman. I will put a lock on that ref if I have to.
4. Every girl who comes to interview me, you would hold back. You would pick only men to come inside my office and shoo away the pretty ladies.
5. When office hours are done, you would want me to go home with you. Honey, I don't have regular office hours. I work until I'm done.
6. We would never get anything done. Believe me.
So any dreams of working for him were shattered and closed for good.
After dinner we had dessert in a little coffee shop. I asked about the crazy woman who was harassing me recently. He said the police called her and told her to stop calling me. I reveled in the woman's shame. She must have thought I wasn't serious when I said I would have the police after her if she did't stop contacting me.
I asked him what would happen once the news broke out that I was dating him. It's not like we were doing anything to keep it a secret. We go out in public when we have dinner together. Then he said he already spoke to about two tabloids to stop publishing the story about us. I was dumbfounded with the news. I couldn't touch the crepe and coffee that I ordered. I wanted the full details.
He said the reporters already got hold of my name after some research. He doesn't know how they did it but they knew who I was and probably did a background check already. He me that he spoke to them and pleaded not to run the story in exchange for other stories he would give them. He said it wasn't really like blackmail. It was more of an exchange, tit-for-tat. He said he would do anything to keep me out of the tabloids but he wouldn't deny my existence.
I was silent for a moment. This was the real deal. My identity would soon be headlines and I wasn't prepared for it. I looked at him and he seemed very calm about the situation. He assured me that he had it all under control. But I wasn't really calming down. I wasn't ready. The first thing that popped out my mouth was.. "Do they have a picture of me? How do I look?"
