What does he want from me?

I wonder what movie we'll watch this time. Every time he calls me, it's to watch a movie or to have a glass of wine, not that I mind. It's nice having a night off from f%cking. Still... I wonder how long he's going to keep this up- this whole, 'I really enjoy your company' thing. I can't imagine that he's paying me to sit around and watch movies with him all night long or to talk about how wonderful the tannins are but when ever I try to get things started he excuses himself or pulls away. It's almost like he's not attracted to me which couldn't be true because- well I'm hot, or at least most people think so and who pays a hot guy to just sit around being hot? Last night I came over and I took off all of my clothes and just smiled the entire time and once again... nothing. We watched, 'It Happened One Night', which I took to be a clever hint but... I love that movie. Claudette Colbert is a genius. I love tha scene where she shows a bit of leg and- Still. I swear to God I can't believe I'm actually complaining that someone isn't trying to f%ck me for once. I wonder if he's a serial killer. Oh God I can just see the headlines now- but there probably won't be any headlines, this son of a bitch is that good. This isn't even a door man building and I didn't see any cameras in the lobby so no one knows I'm here and- I should leave... but I want the money. What am I talking about he isn't a serial killer, he's too nice.... it's the nice ones you have to to watch out for! Oh God he has a knife! Help me Mary, Jesus, John Smith, Buddah-oh it's for the cheese... well now I feel stupid. He's asking if I liked the movie... This is so stressful; I wish he would decide what he wants from me and just come clean with it. He's giving me a hug and apparently this is the last time he'll see me- but I don't want him to go! This is the best gig ever and what did I do wrong?! Oh, he has to go back to his wife in Germany and- I don't understand some people. He's had me over this entire time for no sex, just my beautiful sparkling company. Hell, it's not like we ever even really talked about anything but tannins and that's all he- sigh. Whatever. Stupid Germans. I thought Germans were supposed to be perverted freaks. At least he could've asked to tape me taking a sh#t or something. I must be losing my touch. Can't complain too much though... money is money is money is money and I don't have to bother smelling like him... I wonder how he smells. I wonder if I'll ever see him again. I hope he'll call me the next time he's in town... Humphf.