"The girls," she said, nursing her mineral water, "all they do is complain. Complain that another girl got a booking, that I'm not aggressive enough with their rates. You never do any of that -- not one bit!"
"I try," I said. "If it weren't for you, God knows where I'd be right now. Stuck in some shit job instead of living the way I do now.'
"You have a lot of fans. I've been meaning to tell you this for awhile... but men have been requesting your companionship."
She nodded. "I never respond, of course. Most of the time I refer them to another agency that has gay escorts. He gives me a small commission. That's why I always treat you for lunch instead of splitting it like I do with the girls."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I certainly appreciate it."
"Any plans for the summer?"
I talked about how Rebecca and I might go to Seattle or Vancouver, and how I usually like to pick a place to explore on my own. This time around I think it might be San Diego. I've heard great things about the Gaslamp Quarter as well as Coronado.
"I'm sure you'll have a great time, wherever you end up," she said.
"Yeah. If there's anything I love more than this job, it's being able to see the world."