The other day I walked in on a conversation between two escorts during which one described a budding relationship she’s conducting with a new suitor (my mama’s word). “We’ve gone on five dates and he hasn’t touched me yet. We actually go out and do stuff!” This from a girl who “dates’ strangers several times a day. You get the idea.
In my 20 year stint as an adult advertising guy, I can’t tell you how many times I was asked to blur or block out a girl’s face for her ad. Any wonder why? Can you imagine how a guy who took a girl out five times…spent considerable money and time…and still hadn’t touched the girl would feel if he found out she was selling sex for a living? Devastated I’d imagine if he had feelings for the girl!
If you want to know why escorts tend to be on the schizophrenic side, you got your answer right there. On the one hand, blowing guys within the first minute of meeting and on the other, date after date after date with no contact. Yikes!
Now right there’s an example of the twain never meeting. But actually, it does meet. The boyfriend actually knows what his girlfriend is doing. And how could it be that he accepts the situation? Because he’s a bum without a job. She’s the breadwinner while he sits around doing nothing awaiting the arrival of his girl so she can entertain him with the money she just earned. And ya spell that version of a boyfriend beginning with a capital P!
Sometimes, that kind of boyfriend becomes involved in the girl’s game. He’ll begin managing ads and hotel room rentals – and have his girl recruit her friends to start up a fledgling business whereupon he can crash on the friends and if he gets lucky, not only cash in but score with one or more of the employees! You see where I’m going with this. Having an escort life and a personal life without an uncomfortable overlap is extremely difficult. The girls try. But it rarely works out.
Once upon a time, I had a job almost as schizy as hoing. I was a New York City cab driver for years! Recently, I watched a tape made during that time of my employer and I hosting his taxi driver show on Manhattan Cable. And ya know what? I looked insane! Being an educated, quasi-intellectual guy when I wasn’t driving…and a blue-collar grunt when I was clearly had messed with my mind. And so it goes with the girls. The twain never really meets. And when it does, the situation is so dysfunctional, it’s probably better off that it didn’t. What are ya gonna do?
I think the answer is (for the girls) save your money, have an exit plan, and do not have a boyfriend if you’re actively earning money on your back (or knees). If I met one girl in 20 years who had those three things down, it would be a lot!