How can you be so fussy?!
I was chatting on Facebook the other day. A strange occurrence in this social media obsessed culture I know.
Anyhoo, I mentioned to the gentleman I was chatting with that I had been climbing the walls.
I have temporarily relocated to QLD (the Sunshine Coast to be specific) to help sort through some family issues. I am used to having a lot of sex (I hear a collective gasp) and because of my new circumstances have been having close to none.
“Surely you could find a casual play mate to keep the tension at bay?”
“I am fussy,” I replied.
“Allow me to smile at that.”
Huh? What? Excuse me?
I did in fact ask him why.
“LOL. Just the nature of your work.”
This really threw me. Because my work involves money in exchange for sex (and other added extras like my company, friendly nature, witty banter, scintillating conversation…. I won’t go on) it is a humorous notion that I may be fussy about who I take as a lover.
Wow. I was as surprised his comment as I was by my reaction. I was offended.
The notion that I should shag anyone that throws a casual lecherous glance my way when I am out as my alter ego is astounding.
This gentleman then went on to say…
“I am sure some look down on what you do for a living. I don’t... I tried and failed to be chatty and light hearted.”
Well, champ… You just proved that you do look down on what I do for a living. Often the most jarring insults are those delivered in “jest”.
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