I play the street life

Depending on how you view the subject matter, you either have to thank, or not thank my friend, Betsy for this piece tonight. Me, its the former, and I have to say that if you are shocked by that, I’m not quite sure why you’re reading a blog like this. Well, I suppose some Facebook friends might be, but I hope not!

A story that ‘she’ stars in, in a fictional sense, has ‘her’ working as an escort. Yes, written by her friend, Heather I might add, who has previously written about turning a regular lady into an escort, and I admitted that the concept of that intrigued me. As far as I’m concerned, at my age, even if I was prepared to do that sort of work, that no one would want me at 59 anyway! And yes, I said that in a comment to Betsy this morning, which is where the whole piece started.

Yes, thats right, she disagreed with that sentiment of mine, stating that I could easily get that sort of work, if I wanted it. I’m pretty sure that most men, of any age, wanting a companion for the evening that they have to pay for, would want someone young, and pretty. Me, I definitely fail on the first front, and I know there are plenty of ladies prettier than me too! I suppose where it could work, is if there was an occasion when someone wanted an intelligent, more mature partner, for conversation, and a meal, or on an occasion when a more homely woman would fit in with the moment? Who knows? No, I doubt the opportunity for this to be anything more than a thesis would be absolutely zero. But its fun thinking about it, all the same!

If the chance arose, would I actually do it? In truth, I honestly dont know! If it was purely as a non sexual companion for an evening, for any type of event, then yes, I probably would. As they say, if you dont try anything, how do you know what its like? So yes, I think I would, though I dont think I’d charge the crazy fee that some do for that sort of work. But yes, secretly, the idea of being a ‘paid woman’ holds a secret appeal! I doubt I will get to play Marion Davies, to a William Randolph Hearst (look that up on Wikipedia, if you want to know more), but one night, as a paid courtesan might just be a lot of fun. So…?

All the same, I dont think I’ll be offering my services as a classy, mature escort anytime soon. Mind, if someone did advertise me as one (yes, I’m looking at you, Betsy, or Heather), and someone offered to take up my services, I would go! I can see the advert going up in the LA classifieds (or whatever the online equivalent might be?) now, lol! Talking of which, without paying hundreds, or thousands for my services, if anyone wants a dining companion in LA, between 18th, and 26th May, who can provide entertaining conversation, with a British accent, I might be free! Cost of a meal, doesnt have to be an expensive one, or even if the place isnt too pricey, I’ll pay my share, and all it will cost is your time. But yes, it might be fun to not eat solo, one night while there at least. Well…? 😉

OK, video time. This might be a bit naughty under the circumstances, but its a fantastic song, so…