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Saturday, August 10, 2013
Last night while hanging out with an old taxi driving buddy in the bowels of Queens, I hit the deli to score some beer and guess what happened! The cashier asked me for ID! My immediate reaction was one of amusement (as you can imagine) but he was in earnest and barely flashed a smile upon discovering that I'm just a little past the required age. I dunno! Call me Ageless Wonder Bill. Sixty three years old and some store clerk has to make sure I'm 21 before he'll sell me alcohol. Too fucking funny!
Anyway...I refer to some comments I read attached to a Daily News article about a recent arrest in which the not-so-informed readers stood in amazement at the ages of some of the girls who got busted. They had no idea that escorts could be that old and still earn a living selling companionship to men.
But I'm not surprised. When I first got my job at Action Magazine, I too was under the impression that the girls had a career life span similar to that of athletes, figuring 40 years was about the outer limit. After that a girl would have to seek other employment or morph into madamhood was my impression. But obviously I like them...was woefully misinformed. I've met women ranging from age 19 to 86 in the escort world and currently am aware of several 60-something and even one 70-something lady still in action. And yup, that "86" is not a misprint. There was an 86 year old Brazilian who ran line ads in The New York Press many years ago.
So clearly, I'm not the only ageless wonder out here. And after all (and as "they" say)...age is just a state of mind...and you're only as old as you feel. Yeah, tell me that after I swam too much last weekend and my shoulder almost fell off! Whatever! I feel like a youth again now that some moron carded me last night. And that's all that matters. I guess I owe him a debt of gratitude...and one which I actually acknowledged upon exiting the store with my brewskies. "You made my day, boss!" said I...and then went off to act like a 17 year old with my homey!