Old people, New Opportunities

Had a call last night (night being the operative word), as I worked like a dog, from an unusual number.

By unusual I mean, of course, that it ended with four of the same number and wasn't saved already on my phone.

Having said this, receiving unusual phone calls and messages is something that happens to be with an alarming frequency these days. It's all that gumtreeing, all that gaydaring, all that...well...saunaing.

Note - I'm not a floozy or, as my brother insists, a 'phone hoe', but my number is also on my Facebook page. Perhaps removing it will give me back my pure heart.

So, back to last night's phone call. It was that guy - you know the one. The charmer, the man who wants to pay me to have sex with him. My first escorting assignment.

'Hey! it's x' he said

'Oh hi, how are you?' Let me be honest, I knew the sound of his voice straight away. It's a great voice, a truly fuckable one. He's witty and quite charming. I'm just not, well, sexually connected to him. There's none of that energy. Perhaps that's the reason I'd prefer to escort him. To be paid for my services. for there to be a visible, clean and uncluttered transaction. Money for my body. Clean and clear and under control.

After a few conversational cliches I said I'd call him once I'd finished work.

Later, in my taxi home I sent him a message asking him to call me in half an hour once I'd be home.

What did he proceed to do? Call me straight away. Here's a man who doesn't waste any time, I thought, and answered.

'You keep pushing the goal posts back another half an hour' he continued.

'Yes, I do, because I've just finished work and I'm on my way back as we speak'.

A few other conversational cliches

'so, what are you doing over the next few days?' he asked.

'Um, I might be free on Saturday during the day. We could meet for a drink'.

'Well I was thinking about booking a hotel room.'

'Oh were you?'

'Yes, you could drink as much as you want'. At this point i wondered whether the man was substituting hard cash with alcohol. Nu-uh I'd happily give away alcohol for a Michelin starred meal (paid for by myself), any day.

'Hmm, let's see. Anyhow, I need to go now because I have a million friends trying to get through to me who I need to speak with' - It's true, The Dame was on the blower at that exact time. And so was somebody else. Okay, so not a million, but two.

'Why don't we speak tomorrow?'

'Sure.'

And he'll call me later I'm sure. Positive.

All that remains is to decide how to play my cards. Might this be the sexual experience I'm after? Might the man, as he has suggested previously, hire a few other boys too and have himself a merry orgy? Let's hope so.

Fucking somebody you don't really desire is no new thing, let's be honest. Millions of girls and boys do it every Friday night. Oh, some people also refer to this state of being as succumbing to 'beer goggles' and being 'desty'. The only difference between them and me is that I'd take money up front for something they'd happily do for a shot of tequila.