Beach Day

Celebrated my return to Miami by spending the earlier part of this afternoon at the beach.

There's something luxurious about laying out in the sand, gazing at the turquoise water, knowing that many other parts of the country are experiencing the first frost of the season. Still, the autumn weather back home was quite nice -- though I don't envy them come winter!

I invited Adam along to my little beach day, as I tend to get bored if I'm out there by myself too long. He joined me, and wanted all the details about my job interview. I told him what I could -- that if they want a second interview, I'll hear from them within the next two weeks -- and then turned the tables to him.

"Anything new with you?" I asked.

"Well," he said, avoiding eye contact. "I've been seeing some new clients."

"Really? So, who are the lucky women?"

"Not women," Adam said. "Men."

That was something I didn't expect to hear. Though Adam is gay, he's been seeing women exclusively since he began escorting. The way he explained it, the money offered from men was too good to pass up. And seeing how he "likes dick" anyway, it's not as if adding men to his client list is a burden.

"It's been pretty good so far," Adam continued. "Most of the guys are either married closet-cases, or just guys with no time for a steady relationship."

"That's what Rebecca used to say about her men," I said. "Either they were married or no time for a girlfriend. I guess that's true of men in general, regardless of sexual orientation."

Adam shared a few more details -- mainly that his agent wasn't opposed to his seeing men, but that there was no real mention of it on his online profile. Should the men call the agency and request Adam, he would oblige, after the obligatory screening process. However, he wasn't actively advertising the fact that he's know a bisexual gigolo.

Most likely, his female clients would be upset -- and as I well know, angering a woman is a stupid thing to do.

"Have you ever thought about it?" Adam asked. "Seeing men, that is?"

"Of course," I replied. "I just don't think I'd be able to bring myself to do it. Even with the money -- I mean, I could double my income -- I just don't know If I'd be game. And the last thing anyone needs is another lousy lay."

"If an escort can't give a client an orgasm, who can?"

"Exactly," I said. Then, because I am in fact quite juvenile and just had to ask: "So tell me, who's on top?"