Saturday, February 27, 2010

Call girls have to eat too...

And when we go out, we’re going to talk about our days too. Bankers may talk about interest rates, realtors may talk about real estate, young parents will talk about their crying babies. We talk about sex. And when you’re in a restaurant, you have to talk loud to be heard. We get bad looks, but we get some real good looks as well. Usually from men. Just the other day, we turned around to leave and saw an older man in a wheelchair behind us. He was all alone, hooked up to an oxygen tank, but he was grinning from ear to ear, pleased by his seating arrangement and the conversation he was privy to. This may sound like a rationalization, but as I’ve said before this is the oldest profession in the world. There was a time, pre-Puritanical time, when we didn’t have the stigma we do now. And we provide an important service, sex has been proven to be healthy, and scientists have discovered that couples that have sex the night before are more productive at work. I’m literally stimulating the economy. I’m not a junkie, not crazy, not lazy. I work harder than most people, and my ho support group does to. And don’t forget the joy I can bring to an old man in a wheelchair!