The Girlfriend Experience
R called to go to Bacchanal and said that Anne was cooking again – damn, I missed her last week and now am missing her again because Blue is not going anywhere until the brakes are fixed and I didn’t have it in me to rally quick enough to catch a ride with R. So I took the Bean out to walk around the bayou before it got dark and ran into Gomez with his boys. We were talking about the state of his current relationship and somehow it brought up the term “girlfriend” and we were trying to define what that term means. Then he said it reminded him of “the girlfriend experience” – something that callgirls offer as one of their services.
It made me laugh. Can you imagine, prostitute walks into hotel room and says, “wow, glad I brought the magnums!” and in the same breath says, “How come you never pick up your clothes? This place is a mess. Do I have to do everything around here?”
What would the boyfriend paid sex experience be like? He walks in, says I’m horny, and then doesn’t notice the new dress you’re wearing? Or do you pay him to say it looks like you’ve lost weight and to bring peonies in all different colors? Nah, I think I’d prefer the scenario where the “boyfriend” walks in and says lay back, “this is going to take a while” [hey, I’m paying for it, right?] and then he says by the way, when I’m done, I’m going to fix your car and wash and wax it like it never has been waxed before – then I’m going to make sure you have air in all your tires. Yeah, that’s it.
Hmm, note to self – business idea – find a bunch of hot men who are handy, mechanical and horny and start the Boyfriend service asap – there are disconnected women in this city who need a helping hand.