Every so often – especially when a girl seeks my advice on something or other – I’ll think about how I’d operate as an escort. Like…would I work for an owner? Or rent a room…run some ads…and go independent? And who would I accept as a client? Anybody with the toll? Or would I discriminate? And what about a boyfriend? Could I lie 1000 times a day – or simply realize that if I were to work as an escort, having a mate would be out of the question?
While I slaved for an owner in my cab-driving days (and never even considered owning my own taxi), I wouldn’t go that way as an escort. And for one very good reason. Girls who work for an owner can’t turn down a customer. That wouldn’t be me at all! I’ve listened in on phone conversations (girls have held the phone to my ear so I could hear) and I can tell right away which guy is going to be respectful and which is a slob I wouldn’t go near for all the money in the world. When I sold ads for this blog, I didn’t take everybody’s money. And it would be the same if I were an escort.
On the boyfriend front, I wouldn’t have one. Maybe I’d have a friend with benefits who knew what I was doing. But all the lying wouldn’t appeal to me. I can’t keep track of all that crap – and it wouldn’t be but a few days before I blew it. Once upon a time, I ran ads for a girl who never had a significant other for years. She simply turned tricks into relationships but never to the point at which the money stopped flowing her way. She had her cake and ate it, too – so to speak.
Now to a big question: If I made the big bucks as an escort, would I blow it on bull shit (drugs, rappers, bling etc.) or save it? I think we all know the answer to that question based on my history. Not a lot of escorts save for their future – as very few even consider that. But I’d be the exception to the rule – the girl who walked softly and carried a big financial stick.
And having saved enough to live on, would I morph into madamehood or simply walk away with the booty? I don’t think I’d want to be a madam in much the same way I don’t want to be an owner of an agency or house. First, I wouldn’t want to deal with the girls on that level. They can be impossibly spoiled and irresponsible as employees. And I wouldn’t want the stress of running an illegal operation.
It’s all a moot point anyway because as one ex-girlfriend pointed out during a spat…”You’re not even good-looking enough to be an escort!” Along with “You should pay me for all the free sex I gave you.” Ha! Too late for that, honey. Not to mention she should pay me for all the wisdom I imparted to her dumb ass!
But I digress as usual. The point is that people from all walks of life (not just escorts) will like you more if you can see things from their side and walk a mile in their shoes. I remember in the middle of my hippy days hearing Merle Haggard for the first time singing “Okie From Muscogee” and “Mama Tried” and thinking “I get this guy! I might not agree with his politics but I understand how he got where he is.”
Anyway…I think I’ll go see a morning show of “Dunkirk.” I still have one free movie left on my card. But I’ll be sure to bring my ear plugs because what I hear from guys who were actually there (not that many left) is that the movie is extremely realistic except for one thing. The film is louder than the actual evacuation. And I know my left ear ain’t gonna like the auditory onslaught in an empty theater.