Well I cruised the strip the other night

… and there was simply nobody of interest for a long enough time to pick them up.

I was in the mood to have a short little "car date" if I could locate a suitable companion on a day near rent day for a lot of people. (I’m reminded of an ad I saw online titled "Rent day Romp" where a young woman of unknown physical appeal was advertising a rare opportunity to know her sexually in exchange for help with her rent. I got the feeling she’d advertised this way many times before when money was a bit tight. I liked her honesty and her resourcefulness.)

So around and around I drove and at times I spotted various possibilities who either didn’t linger for very long, looked sketchy, or gave other cause for my hesitation beyond the point at which opportunity was lost.

I kept circling one particular girl and fully admired the fresh innocence of her face coupled with an unremarkable-when-clothed appearance elsewhere. She wasn’t large, she wasn’t small, her clothes weren’t revealing and all I knew was that I wanted more understanding.

So at one point I parked and walked a couple of blocks past an all-night diner only to see her on the sidewalk coming toward me. I slowed some, and then she asked if I had any spare change. I dug deliberately in my pocket and pulled out roughly 75 cents and gave it to her without feeling the guts or comfort to stop right there and negotiate for something more.

There were a couple of street thugs sitting nearby and they certainly didn’t help matters while I wasn’t entirely sure that this girl had passed my drug inspection at first direct encounter. She in no way seemed high or affected by drugs, but some of them out there who are obvious drug users seem great while on their drug of choice only to start to come down later and become quite weird. (not ideal when they are simultaneously performing oral sex on you – assuming they get that far)

I continued to drive around in circles nearby only to watch her walk toward an all night store with police perched prominently outside. At that I made wider circles until she reappeared. A couple of blocks away I continued my extreme hesitation while driving past her a few more times. Finally she just disappeared. I was around long enough so that perhaps she could turn a trick and then return to the area, but I never saw her again.

Off to the other end of the strip I went and upon arrival there I spied the police harrassing one blonde working girl at the curbside and made a note of the area and vowed to return there later. Soon I noticed a pair of women wandering through the late night in haphazard fashion and circled them a couple of times as well. One of these women made it a point to draw attention to her ample bosom while the other was content to seemingly lurk in the shadows.

Those who lurk in the shadows are far too often obviously drugged-up and they find they have more success when getting themselves into a guy’s car before he spies obvious signs of drug use. By then, for many, it is too late to dislodge the working girl from his car without creating a disturbance. I don’t generally take such risks given my liking for approaching them on foot first.

Upon getting closer to these two women I assessed each to be presently affected in obvious fashion by their respective drugs of choice. I simply wasn’t willing to settle for that sort of company and back I went to the first end of the district.

Later I passed by at close proximity to the aforementioned blonde who’d been harrassed by the police earlier and found her to look somewhat the worse for wear, so I couldn’t inspire myself to circle her block again.

Finally I began to give in to the harsh reality that would have me heading home unsatisfied. Soon I was able to do it, and on the way home I tried one last area of possibility only to find no hint of any working girls.

Some nights are like this when you are a john supporting the world’s oldest profession.