So early in my massage 💆 career I had a creepy client that became obsessive, turned stalker. His name was Clay and he always wanted to talk about his “Little Clay”. 😐 My boss at the time would always schedule him with me because I did therapeutic massage and she didn’t. (She did Tantra) It got so uncomfortable that I just quit. Left my table, supplies, everything. Just never came back.
So then my old boss gave Creepy Clay my number. I know, why would she do that right? Apparently he kept asking her about me and she got annoyed. He called all the time.
Now, most people would have just changed their number. But I like my number. I’ve had it since the first cell phone 📱 I owned. So I wasn’t about to be bullied into getting rid of it for a creepy phone stalker.
So I did what any person in my situation would do. I got my cousin LaToya Perez to answer the phone 📞 one day and tell him I died in a car accident. She deserved an Oscar for the performance. Truly. And then, after he finds out I’m dead, he ask my cousin if she needs some company!
😐 The man was all sorts of crazy. But at least he doesn’t call me anymore.
Ebony Mystique 
He needs some serious HELP!
He sure did!