Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Next Girl

Thursday, April 22, 2010

With Simone and I about to part ways soon, Adam asked me if I had given any thought as to who "the next girl" is going to be. Because, according to him, it seems there's alway some girl complicating my life.

It got me thinking. With my plans to retire from escorting and work a "real job" like the rest of society (or those who are lucky enough to either be employed or find meaningful work in such a rotten economy), what complications could I have?

I know that sounds incredibly naive. But think about it from my perspective: Not having to hide the fact that I have sex for a living will make things much, much easier. With that skeleton no longer in my closet, well, my future significant other and I will have to settle on arguing about normal things.

Where to eat. Friends and exes we don't like. Whether one of us is giving more in the relationship than the other. Still, I'd like to think that whoever I meet in New York will be getting a good deal. After all, I've been having sex professionally for quite some time. At the very least, I'm good for some regular, moan-inducing oral sex.

Tongue before hung, folks. Tongue before hung...

So, who is this girl that I'm pondering hypothetical fights with? I have no idea at this point -- but I can't help but wonder. I'm thinking about dating someone who isn't involved in sex work, actually. My own age, too. I'd just like her to have a certain spark, you know? 

Maybe she'll be a martial arts enthusiast fully capable of kicking my ass. Or a intern at a hospital well on her way to being a surgeon. I like women who are hands-on and not afraid to take the lead every once in awhile. After being in charge so often during my work hours, it's nice to be able to kick back.

One thing is for certain, though: I cannot and will not have sex with my boss. Bailey jokes about it often, after I showed her a picture that was posted online. Even I know better than to mix business and pleasure. Well, scratch that. Pleasuring women was my business, after all.

However, one cannot mix business and pleasure when they see someone day in, day out, five days a week. My clients here in Miami only paid for an hour or two of time per week. And after we had sex, well, I'd usually leave. Having sex with the boss at a proper 9-5 job? Yeah... that's not a good idea.

And coming from me, that's really saying something!

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