A national tabloid insulted me on the cover. Two years later I dated a reporter who worked for them.

Melissa Petro walking her dog

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  • In 2010, the tabloids banned me for being a sex worker before I started teaching.

  • I lost my teaching career and felt humiliated because of this article.

  • A few years later, after a match on OkCupid, I stopped dating one of the tabloid reporters.

As a former sex worker, I spent most of the last 20 years battling the assumption that people’s jobs should be defined by their jobs.the tabloid paper deviated me at the time former sex worker– Turned public school teacher.

Despite his previous occupation, stripper Call girl had nothing to do with my present profession of teacherthe publication humiliated me, after which I lost my teaching career.

What you did, or in my case, is not who you are for the money. . Prostitution was hard work, but nothing morally corrupt.

So the fact that just two years before Michael and I met, that Michael was working for the very publication that had ruined my life, was not insignificant. Michael and I met on He OkCupid, a popular dating site at the time. I’m in my thirties, sober for four years, recently getting out of a long-term relationship and excited to be single. Still, I withheld judgment when he told me where he works.

he supported me

In addition to the scandals, my sex work past had many dates that I could swallow, so I’ve learned to defer revealing it until the fourth or fifth date. I immediately told Michael who I was.

He said he wasn’t working for the publication during my scandal, but he recognized my name and knew the story. Along with showing disgust, I expressed my sympathy and admiration for having the courage and courage to endure everything I did.

His response seemed sincere, so we met for dinner that week. From there, we casually started dating and soon fell into an exclusive relationship. Michael grew up in Berkeley and had a distinctly California cool that stood out in New York. Beyond his physical charm, he had an innocence that I found appealing: he was polite, funny, smart, intelligent, and very well-read. He was much younger, but he thought he was responsible because he had his one-bedroom apartment in the East He Village.

We clearly had a lot to like about each other. Still, the fact that he worked where he worked played an undeniable part in our attraction.

All the scars that the publication had taken over the years lay upon him. I think he was asking for some kind of forgiveness by dating me. To me, he wasn’t ashamed of his sex work past, but there was definitely a part of him that was still desperate to be accepted. Part of me also wanted proof.

he broke up with me

That Thanksgiving, Michael flew me to meet my parents and stay at their childhood home. By then, we had been dating exclusively for about six months. Any other guy would have thought he had another relationship, but not with Michael. From the beginning, he always felt like his arms were a little stretched. Except for that holiday, it was his way. I felt closer to him than ever before. I remember one night in particular. We had seafood takeout in Malibu and strolled along the beach under the golden sun. Up until that point in my life, I had never felt happy.

Just as things were heating up, Michael started to cool off and sent me awkwardly formal goodbye emails until a week or so before Valentine’s Day. I was devastated. No one ever broke up with me. Three months later, I was still a little heartbroken when I met the next guy I dated seriously. became my husband.

Today I am happily married with children. I got what I wanted at the time.I give credit to my relationship with Michael for showing me what it felt like to date a really nice guy.

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