Friday, July 30, 2010

The Next Generation

Friday, July 30, 2010

I'm not playing hookie, just in case you're wondering. However, one of the benefits of my current job is that I get to telecommute a few days a month -- and today is one of them.

Right. This week, I was surprised to receive a phone call from a 305 area code. For those who aren't in the US, that happens to be the area code for Miami. I picked up, wondering if it was a past client. To my surprise, the call was from the guy who replaced me for my former agent.

You know, the one I found so that my agent wouldn't lose any income once I left escorting and Miami for New York.

"I'm in Manhattan," he said. "Just for a few days. Want to meet?"

We met at a sushi restaurant and caught up over tuna rolls and a bit of sake. He's loving his life, obviously. My clients in Miami were some of the best, and I'm glad to hear he's treating them well.

Still, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. Yes, the artist painted a nude portrait of him. Hell, he even went for a ride with the woman who had a penchant for speed racing through I-95. He talked about the Four Seasons in Brickell, the Loews Miami Beach, all the hotels I used to prowl en route to the client's guest suite.

"Are you okay?" he said, after I was silent a bit too long. "You look a bit--"

"Nostalgic," I said. "It's because I am."

"Really? You actually miss escorting?"

"Sometimes. The 'real world' has its advantages, but a sense of adventure isn't one of them. That, and the pay per hours worked is pretty fucking good in escorting. Not so much on the other side."

"So?" he said, with a shrug of the shoulders. "Start doing it again part-time. I doubt anyone would ever know. And hey, didn't you say you work with all women at your new job? Maybe they'd ask for a booking themselves."

I couldn't help but laugh. Yes, the thought of escorting part-time for shits and giggles and even a bit of extra money has crossed my mind. But how could I do that and still keep a relationship with Simone? Not likely. 

"The grass is always greener," I said. "I should know better than to whine."

"Well, if you ever do want to go back, you know what to do."

"Yeah. Just like riding a bike..."

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