For those just joining, TC AKA my pup, returned to Toronto to look for legal work, I understood, he needs to make money, I’m not doing a great job at that. He got an apartment, not that he can afford one, but he wanted ‘us’ meaning me to be able to stay with him. He endured some nasty comments from his parents about moving out. It’s a cultural thing. Be he did it.
True to form, pup quickly got a job, or rather the job came looking for him. One of the top stylist in Toronto has his manager chasing Chris. I’m not talking Great Clips. I’m talking $400 haircut. The guy has an entire staff focused on him including a PR manager. If you’re an actor in town for a film shoot or event, you’re gonna be in this place. And they want my little brown pup. I’m very proud.
TC has been a good pup. I’m the first person he calls in the morning (still half asleep) and the last person at night and numerous times in between. He worries about me. Wants good things to happen and wants a situation to quickly arise where we can be back together.
Amazingly, he didn’t want to take this job, though he is immediately assured of making good money. He had various reasons, but the biggest was that you don’t quickly walk away from this salon without good reason, at least if you want to maintain some type of reputation. With me floundering, he wanted to be flexible, hoping I would find a settling point. I pushed him to take the role, they want him now and the money will immediately flow.
While he worries about me. I worry about him. There are a lots of things I might find to bitch about in my life at the moment, he’s not one of them. All of the craziness over the last 18 months have been because of me and he’s hung on, not wavered, not threatened, bitched, of course, but he’s still there.