Picked-up fave working girl ten years ago today!

Indeed it was at 1:00 am on December 5 ten years ago that I chanced upon the person whose unique-for-sex-work personality inspired me to begin this diary. I remember there being three women around a square block given what I observed while circling in my car. Fate just allowed that I would walk in one direction and first encounter the woman standing alone before I went the other way to learn more about the pair who were together at curbside.

I still recall the person who has since been referenced here as "my favorite prostitute" standing in a telephone booth from which she cooed: "would you like some company?"

I paused and considered: "maybe I would…"

She just seemed so comfortable and sure of herself and it made such a great impression on me as we scooted away from the area in the relative warmth of the car. Heading toward my motel room she suggested directions and then said: "… or which ever way you prefer" (indeed a nice touch).

That woman was exceptional upon arrival at the room where we shared a warm shower before I followed her under the sheets for a warming embrace.

As attractive as she was, my favorite girl never came across as somebody who flaunted her sex appeal in real-life situations. Of course it is fair to wear something form-fitting and provocative when you’re in direct competition with the other women at curbside for the next business transaction driving by. And indeed I saw once or twice this same gem of a personality rocking what she called a "cat suit" (black, one-piece, form-fitting, and emphasizing her ultra-impressive derriere) while she was out on the job late at night.

I was fortunate enough to meet her many times on evenings when I was to be her only customer and she took the opportunity to dress casually without needing to vamp it up. It was always fun to drive across town and fetch her before returning to our regular room for 3 hours of personal comfort.

Hard to guess what that woman is doing these days – a decade later – after she publically "retired" from the oldest profession as of the beginning of 2005 or so. One interesting part of prostitution is that you never really get to cross-reference young and desirable prostitutes of today with their personalities ten, twenty, or forty years later. They so often take their secrets and never reveal… not even to the closest confidants. The stigma is just too lethal.

I’m not sure how capable my favorite girl is at choosing mates. Her first major relationship never got a chance to be tested for longevity through no fault of her own. She is certainly somebody who could inspire a beau to stay on the straight and narrow for an extra-long time yet I don’t quite know enough about her own family background to anticipate whether or not she goes for good, stables guys or whether the "bad boy" persona is something she finds alluring.

On the grand scale of our lives, that woman was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of my league on every level, so there is exactly nothing in my imagination that ever causes me to wonder "what if…" where it concerns her. Even though it sucks, I am somebody who tends to have a reasonable idea just where he fits in terms of a social mate, and I can’t truly envision myself seriously aiming too high.

That reminds me of once walking down a well-populated-late-at-night street in the district and encountering an impeccably-dressed blond woman who asked if I’d like a date. Stunned at the mere thought of it, I responded: "first I’d have to be able to envision myself with the likes of you before I could ever accept the offer". I kept walking.

Not because I wouldn’t have had a grand time being initiated to her charms, but because the quest out there for working girls usually begins long before hitting the local roads. Such evenings usually begin long before, when making the time available, planning the initial route, and deciding whether to have a motel room at the ready just in case…

These days "warm-ups" are comprised of browsing online websites at which various internet-only working girls are plying their trade and offering their company for a listed price. This is a far cry better than the old, singular alternative of dialing some "escort service" in the phone book, each represented by a silhouette drawing of a curvy feminine figure. At least one can determine good relative value given the prices listed online as well as gain a grand sense of individuality based on the offered photos (nearly all of which are indeed flattering to the working girl).

The women who are content enough to be themselves, and offer their own uninhibited company always make for the best "dates". Thankfully that isn’t a trait unique to the blond stunners who occupy the most expensive blocks in the district, and as such, I’m perfectly content to search everywhere else for a better value.

As was the case with my favorite prostitute from ten years ago, my favorite encounters out there have always been with single moms (or similar women, from the real world, and) with bills to pay and who are willing to trade some of their sexual favors for a particular amount of direct financial help.

No question that the business of prostitution puts an ‘edge’ on just about all women who have done that sort of work, and those who have not seemed to be completely put-off by that process seem to make for the best company, be it for a quick car date or for something more substantial.

Not long ago I read online of a working girl crying out in a bulletin board post for mere friends and confidants whom she could trust enough to confide in about the daily workings of prostitution. When you have to separate so much of your life from what you would hope could be your public persona, it leaves much to be desired where it concerns the human mind.

Luckily for the men involved as "johns" in the business of prostitution they can go out and satisfy their immediate interests and needs and then return to their other worlds relatively unscathed. Prostitution, for them, occupys only a couple of hours each week or each month. The women, by contrast, are involved in some way during most of their waking hours.

Today, while browsing the ‘net, I spotted the familiar face and body of a woman of about 22 whom I know to have been steadily active as a prostitute since probably before she actually turned 18. She grew up not far away from my area and her early online nude photos were taken in what may well have been her childhood bedroom.

Thankfully that girl is active online only and doesn’t walk the strip at night, but it still seems quite likely that she has lived a whole lot more than her 22 years would imply. I’m happy to report that I seldom if ever witness in that girl any of the never-ending drama that exists where prostitutes meet johns on the internet. She’s just a reasonably attractive young woman who appeals to her set of admirers, and they in turn keep her earning what I guess is a reasonable living.

The woman I met ten years ago today was just a gentle soul who had the impressive ability to let each individual situation dictate her own demeanor and for that I have given thanks many times.

I hope you are out there and doi

ng well, MFP !!

– J.