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In the end, I opted for a woman who claimed to be 30, intelligent, and articulate and has the sweetest booty I would ever see. Also, I should mention, it could clap. I've never seen clapping booty.
Hand applause is being polite. Ass applause shows real enthusiasm. My new BFF's name wasn't mentioned in her ad. She called herself a college-educated super freak, though, so I assumed she had one that wasn't going to be Starla or Boobaroni. The only way to find out was to call.
Her name was Jasmine. Secretly I suspected that her name wasn't Jasmine at all and was instead something like Mildred or Gerty, but that's OK. I called at 9: I'm not percent sure of peak times in the working day of an escort, but I think maybe mornings are downtime. She answered on the second ring and sounded breathy and a little throaty.
If a boner could answer the phone, that's the voice it would use. Not bad at all. I said hello and for no good reason immediately followed this by saying I did not want to have sex. Literally, she said hello and I said,"Hi. I don't want to have sex.
I've probably made thousands of phone calls in my life, and I once told a pizza guy I loved him before I hung up, but this was pretty much the dumbest call in the fastest time in my lengthy phone career. I heard something like a grunt on the other end and she said "OK. I explained to her that I wanted to spend time with her, but just like a date.
I wanted to pay her to go out with me, have dinner, and chat. I should have started with that. She was very open to the idea and asked me where and when. Not once on the phone did she herself mention anything about sex or money, which I figured was a pretty professional way to handle things.
You never know if I'm a completely moronic police officer, after all. I tried my best to clarify what it would cost me, but she insisted that everything I needed to know was online, and if I was serious, I'd know what to do.
Basically this meant me doing math. This was the first moment that doubt and trepidation set in. She put a value on sex, but now I had to put a value on funny. We settled on a time and a place and ended our conversation. I had just solicited a prostitute.
My family would be proud, if they weren't worse people than me already. Although Pretty Woman , a movie I didn't enjoy starring an actress I don't like that I haven't seen in a solid decade, was seriously my only reference point for how to behave and what to do, I didn't think a formal, tuxedo affair was the way to go with this, and not just because I don't own a tuxedo. I would have to wing things from here. Jasmine was going to meet me at a restaurant downtown at 7: I felt that was a good time for a late dinner that made me seem like an adult, plus, for the next few hours we spent together, it would stretch into what I figure is a sexy time of night.
As you may have noticed, I'm a complete idiot. I don't date a lot. The restaurant was fancy in that way that there are no crayons on the table and no one wears pieces of flair. I showered twice before leaving my house, proving to myself that I have a weird kind of OCD about strangers and sex, and headed out. Arriving 35 minutes early, I proceeded to drink at the bar until Jasmine finally arrived.
As a man with some ability to make people laugh, in my day-to-day machinations I've dabbled in flirting with attractive women before; I've even had success. I don't want to brag, but I have touched a boob before, and it was just swell. So I'm no rookie at this sort of thing. That said, Jasmine was like sex that something had arranged in the shape of a person and held together with a shimmery black dress and lipstick.
If sensuality smelled like bacon, this girl would have been Jewish kryptonite. I was a little stunned. Also a little drunk. She said hello and gave me a kiss on the cheek as she took a seat next to me at the bar.
Because I'm sly and shit, I literally leaned back a few inches to look at her ass. It really was sweet. We made chitchat briefly as I tried to think of a cool way to bring up giving her a wad of cash I had in an envelope because she was a prostitute and I was a john. Luckily she was on top of that like stink on a monkey and had her tiny purse on the bar before I figured out what I wanted to say and suggested I just slide my donation inside.
I guess we work on the honor system. Jasmine had a very shrewd way of deflecting pretty much any question I asked her and turning it into a question about me instead. Over the course of dinner I learned that she loves what she does, she has been doing it a couple of years, and she would not show me her booty clapping skills in a restaurant, but something else could be arranged. Other than that, I didn't get very deep into her, so to speak. Although she did admit to liking the movie Dude, Where's My Car?
I once called Steve Jobs the da Vinci of our generation. Please don't support anything I do. I finished my steak and garlic mashed potatoes while she ate a vegetarian stir fry and we discussed our plans for the rest of the evening. The only idea I had readily available that might kill two birds with one stone was dancing.
Because I dance like a palsied child in the final throes of succumbing to a new disease on the frontier, I hadn't really wanted to do this, but of course I had few other ideas that didn't involve mini golf or going to a clinic the next morning, so dancing it was.
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