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Friday, August 23, 2013
WHO SAYS DREAMS CAN'T COME TRUE?
I have an old escort friend who has actually realized a dream that many escorts entertain. And that dream is to have a cute customer fall in love and offer to support her in the lavish lifestyle to which she has become accustomed...if she'll just stop seeing other customers! Clearly, this is an unrealistic expectation. It's kind of like me expecting to find my soul mate within the ranks of the escort community.
Regardless, it has happened to my old buddy Mei, the girl with the million dollar body and the 50 cent head. I think it's that 50 cent head that makes this all possible even more than the million dollar body. When you have nothing between your ears...and a bellyful of booze to cloud an already vacuous mind...somehow, you can make the whole deal work.
I knew that Mei had moved in with an old customer who lives all of 100 yards from me and was no longer working as an escort. He's a lawyer...and she a slacker. And from what I hear, he doesn't care if she works during the day. He gives her what she needs so she can simply lay about doing absolutely nothing while she awaits his arrival from work.
I was only slightly miffed that she never calls but wondered why I hadn't run into her in the street or at a store in the neighborhood. She's been with the guy for a while now and it seemed unnatural that our paths wouldn't cross. Then two days ago, as I was walking south on First Avenue with Chinese take out in hand, I heard the cry of "Billy Bob." For a second, I didn't know who it was and turned around to see Mei stick her head out of the pizza joint to wave hello.
I began to walk back and chat but as soon as I'd about-faced, Mei waved me off saying something like "It's OK! I don't need to talk to you." So why'd you call my name, honey? It's not like I saw you and you needed to acknowledge our eye contact in some sort of "Seinfeld" moment! Sometimes (check that...most of the time), these girls just don't make any sense!
Whatever...I hear she's happier and less drug and booze-induced than she's been in years and it appears she owes it all to her at least semi-functional relationship with what used to be a customer. So who says dreams can't come true? It looks like they have for Mei.
And now...on with the show of girls maybe YOU could empty your wallet on to court her exclusive favor! Me? I'd rather fall in love one hour at a time...at least where escorts are concerned!
I HAVE seen Mei a few times since I wrote this entry. And she has morphed from the sexxxy $500/hour escort I once knew into a fat-ass hausfrau And I don't think anybody else - save the boyfriend who rescued her - would either. But the 50 cent head? Pretty much still in evidence and unchanged.