WHEN A MAN YOU'VE NEVER MET BEFORE SUDDENLY GIVES YOU THE CLAP...
I went out with this woman I met at a cookout. She had captivated an audience full of strangers on the day we met. She mentioned having a bar journal which sounded pretty amazing to me. She seemed to have the same bold sense of humor as me so I wanted to see if we would hit it off or bicker the whole night. Sometimes people are so alike, they can't stand the company of the other, especially when they feel like they are competing for attention.She tells me that her schedule books early, but she just so happens to have a cancelation tonight. Well that's convenient. She did seem pretty popular. Pencil me in!
So we met out for some drinks and got along pretty well. As we learn more about each other we realize how similar we are. We talk about friends we didn't know we shared, places we frequent, goals we'd still like to accomplish - nothing out of the ordinary. Her phone is lighting up frequently in her purse, but she refuses to acknowledge it(for the time being). I tell her about my job and she "Doesn't want to talk about her... job." Okaaaay... Uhhh... She tells me her job makes it difficult for her to have a relationship. Alright, alright so we move on, but of course all I am doing is wondering what she does for a living now.
A few more conversations and cocktails later I ask, "Does it have to do with drugs?" "Oh nothing like that." she replies. Fine, a few more drinks later I ask, "Does it have to do with sex?" To which she responds, "Mmm...sometimes."
We talk some more and drink even more and eventually she just says it, "I'm an escort, but not a prostitute." "But you mentioned earlier that it does involve sex sometimes." I called her out. "Oh.. Yeah I did say that didn't I?" she frowns.
I'm not trying to hide my reaction to all of this, but she does a great job of avoiding my glare. With a half-cocked smile she looks over and finally notices her phone. She picks it up and it's a... it's a client. She tells me this and puts the phone back in her purse.
My mind is completely blown and I don't remember how we get to the next part, but I think I just kept saying "It's cool. If you have to leave, that's fine." Well, she does end up leaving, but not for a while still. See while I went up to get some more drinks, she told her associate to meet her out where we were. She wanted the three of us to hang out and I really protested. I did so because she had a hard enough time talking about it, I thought it would really make her uncomfortable if we had to experience this together.
She takes off and I'm left alone to finish my drink. Sitting there I realize I would have had a far more interesting story to tell had I met the guy.
posted by John Q. Pubic @ 6:39 AM
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