Ailana’s Journal—2026-08-08 (Patreon)

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GOOD MORNING by Ailana Geven Keller

Welcome to the weekend! I, for one, am very glad to have made it to this point.

I mentioned a couple of nights ago that Emily wanted to ask me a question. I said it felt real and right.

I got some follow-up questions about that statement—a few people wanted to know what the question was. It was really routine.

Basically, she wants to get a phone charger we can keep in the kitchen. As of now, she can’t use Venmo directly on Amazon—we’ll have to figure out another option. It was just one of those routine details of life that I’ve come to think of as normal. And desirable.

Today, I’m spending some time with Naomi before she and Steve go back to Chicago. They are working on buying a condo here, but they need to go back to Chicago to get some work done.

She’s already scheduled at AGI Creative for a shoot later this week. A few of you mentioned you wanted to see me modeling, so we’ll make sure that happens next time!

Naomi wants to go to the beach this morning until she has to get ready to leave. You know I didn’t complain!

I’ll check in with you from there later, so see you then.

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TABLES TURNED by Ailana Geven Keller

Naomi and I are enjoying the sun, waves, and sand. We’re also enjoying talking about her new idea for a mostly Gen X modeling team.

I don’t feel like I’m worthy, but she’s crediting me with spawning the idea.

“It had been ages since I modeled,” she said, “until I came down for the black-and-white shoot. You made that feel so easy and natural that my interest in being in front of the camera came back.”

“You haven’t lost a step,” I said.

“AGI has already become part of my business model. With the fashion seasons changing, I expect more needed-it-yesterday jobs. And I’m happy booking something weekly, you know.”

This week’s session, she told me, would be less avant-garde than last week’s.

“Now for the Gen X team…” She smiled. “I figure you can do the same thing with the new models as you have with Kaylee, Jasmine, and the women from the clinic.”

“I’m happy to try. Keep it relaxed… Focus on getting good-quality images…”

“I was inspired by how you worked with Meredith. That seemed effortless for you and painless for her.”

I agreed with both of those claims.

“We’ll start slowly,” Naomi said. “But you’re teaching me new things and giving me new ideas.”

“That’s a change,” I replied. “I still remember those early days when I was a scared girl in college.”

“That’s probably,” she said, “why you’re so good at bringing new people onto the team.”

So we sat talking about how AGI can help Prior Talent Group, big ideas, and life on a South Texas island. She promised it wouldn’t be too long before she’d be back, bringing her Gen X model team with her.

SECOND DATE by Nick Fashola

My second date with Camila Lopez—yes, I’m saying Blackbeard’s was our first date—got off to a bumpy start. Everything turned out fine, but I had an unexpected work call just when she was picking me up.

Simon Fenn, head of Information Systems at Alderwick, called to “circle back to” Evelyn’s latest report. (We love business jargon, right?) When Camila texted, I put Simon on hold and called her.

She decided she’d come up while I wrapped up the call.

“So that was your boss?”

“One of them.” I reminded her about the faulty AI systems that had shut down two of the four charity projects.

Our plan for the day is to go to South Padre Island Adventure Park, play around on the zip lines, ride horses, have dinner at Cafe On The Beach, and figure out some reason to go to Baked Bear for ice cream after that.

We sat on the sofa as I typed up a quick note for Simon. Then, when I put my laptop away, she said, “You have a really… really nice condo.”

“Job perk,” I replied. “I don’t own it.”

“Well,” she replied, “this is the kind of perk that would make me loyal. I’ve never heard of Alderwick…”

“You wouldn’t have. The owners designed it that way. They don’t want to live in the spotlight. If you put all their assets together under one heading, they’d show up among the forty wealthiest families in the world. They keep things separate so that they don’t. You could think of Alderwick as a small management company that oversees all of the separate assets.

“Top forty in the world is way up there!”

“Well,” I said, “sort of a full-disclosure thing so you don’t get the wrong impression… I have the perks to enjoy, but my actual pay is pretty much in the middle of the typical MBA salary range.”

We stood up to go, and she took a look out at the Gulf. “But the perks… This place is amazing.”

My brain spun through about fifty flirty things that I decided not to say. “Thanks. I like it… Shall we get going?”

DINNER AT DENNY’S by Evelyn Chandler

I’m happy to report that my hopes for dinner at Denny’s turned out well enough to result in a follow-up plan to spend more time with Allen. There were no fireworks or explosions, but it ended with a solid “this was nice.”

Allen doesn’t seem to believe that I’m really interested in being friends. I’m not sure if I’m reading him correctly, but I’ll share a few bits of our conversation.

We sat down at the booth and he said, “I’m really surprised you wanted to have dinner.”

“Why would that surprise you?”

“I’m just a regular fifty-six-year-old guy trying to get by. You’re a successful business owner.”

“You’re a business owner, too,” I replied.

“I suppose…”

He didn’t argue about that, and we talked a little about his company’s growth. They have a man—Kent Marlon, an electrician—who is going to partner with them.

“That’s going to open up a lot more work,” I said.

“It really will.”

Over the course of dinner, something emerged that I thought was telling. He referred to his ex-wife as “Ailana’s mother.”

“Ailana’s mother decided she needed more than I could give her, so she left us. I told you about Emily…”

I also got the idea that his approach to relationships isn’t just about being with someone. It’s doing things for someone—but probably not having people do things for him.

“Look,” he said, “if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. Just call me. Don’t go through First Call anymore. I’d be happy to just help you out.”

I suppose I could share other things, but in the end, we got to this.

“Well, this was really nice,” he said.

“I’ve got a busy week coming up,” I replied, “but can we do something next weekend? Or after church tomorrow?”

He hesitated. “Well, tomorrow will be fine. Next Saturday, there’s a super-secret party in the works for Emily—if the judge makes the situation final. Jasmine is working out the details. Emily, Jason, and Ailana don’t know yet.”

“Oh, that will be wonderful.”

He hesitated again. “You could come. Bring Nick… if you want. So he can meet some people his age…”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll plan on that, and we can figure out what to do after church tomorrow.”

GOOD NIGHT by Ailana Geven Keller

Jason, Emily, and I were cleaning up the kitchen when Dad stopped by. I got the idea he needed to debrief his dinner with Evelyn.

Emily wasted no time getting to it. “How was your date?”

Dad smiled and laughed a little. “I don’t think it was a date.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “If it looks like a duck! Pops, come on.”

“She’s just been too busy to meet anyone her age who lives here. It’s not like she’s going to hang out with Kaylee.”

Jason looked at me, then at Dad. “Kaylee?”

“That’s how we connected at church after the first time I fixed the faucet.”

“Dad,” I said, “this is a lot of steps beyond that.”

“I don’t know… I’m sure it’s just that she doesn’t know anyone else her age,” Dad replied, then he tried to change the subject. “Emily, are you working with Kaylee tomorrow?”

Jason didn’t let Emily answer. “Before we get to that, let me say something. Allen, what if she just wants to spend time with a nice man who goes to the same church as her because she thinks he's interesting and feels comfortable around him?”

Dad looked down for a second. “She’ll find someone like that eventually. For now, I guess she’s settling for just wasting some time.”

He turned the conversation back to Emily working. Turns out he and Evelyn already decided to “waste some time” after church tomorrow, so he wanted to make sure Emily could connect with Kaylee without him being involved.

Jason and I assured him that wouldn’t be a problem.

Okay… I know you all have said that I doubt myself too much. So if you see in me what I see in Dad, I’m really messed up! And maybe the way I think about myself came to me naturally.

That’s all I have for today.

May you see yourself as those who love you see you.

Good night.

Be your best you!

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