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Friday, January 25, 2013
THE PRETTY WOMAN SYNDROME
Lately, I've been pondering the meaning of all these one hour "meetings" between provider and monger. Is there any meaning? Is it 100% libidinal and 0% spiritual? Does anybody ever make a connection beyond the obvious physical realm? And the answer to that is shit happens and yes, two ships passing in the night do occasionally sail off together happily ever after. Or at least for a while.
There really are more than a few relationships which have started in this business. Mei and the lawyer? Cici and the doctor? Dora and the upstate real estate developer? It really does happen. After reading some of my offbeat taxi slice-of-life musings, swells used to assume that taxi-driving was the most exciting occupation anybody could have. And my answer to that observation was "Not really. More like 99% drudgery punctuated by 1% absurd surreality."
Those percentages could apply to the girls as well. Ninety nine guys can come in and out and seemingly pass through unnoticed. And then there will be that one guy. And suddenly, the girl comes alive. She has feelings after all.
I once wrote a story called "The Pretty Woman Syndrome." The theme was basically that the fantasy was a pipe dream and anybody who entertained it was an idiot. But maybe I was jumping to a negative conclusion. Just like you can't predict who you're gonna fall for, you similarly don't know where and when it might happen - or whether you or your object of affection is professional or amateur. It's just part of the human condition, and ours is simply to ride the wave wherever it might go - hopefully to a sandy and pristine shore rather than a jagged jetty.
Whatever...go forth and enjoy. We only go ride the merry-go-round one time. Might as well grab as many brass rings as you can.