…yeah I know you did not ask!
A while back I was watching Monster’s Ball with a girlfriend. The scene came on where Billy Bob Thornton is in a motel room with a local “lady” of the evening. The act was very impersonal with the hooker acting like they were chatting over coffee. It was definitely going to be one of those cases of a mini rate for a mini stay.
The girlfriend asked me if that is how it was. I replied that I had no idea since I had never engaged professional services for that area of my life. And I have not.
I have since ruminated on that conversation. If I ever got to the point where I was so horny that I thought I needed those services, it would probably be over so quickly as to make it not worth the money spent. Plus the Scottish in me would not allow me to pay for something I could take care of myself. Please don’t tell Christine O’Donnell. She might have to place me on a Wiccan altar and have a midnight sacrifice/picnic. Cream with your coffee, Christine?
As an old sailor, at a moment of inebriation, when suggested by a cohort, yes, I did. I have not seen the scene (or the movie), but, yes, it was like that. “When you going to be done, honey?”
IT’S LIKE EVERYTHING ELES, YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU WANT. CAR OR SEX. WE DO EVERYTHING THAT WE CALL BAD, WE PAY FOR BEER, IF THE NEED IS THERE PAY,