I talk to strangers to amuse myself. It's my hobby. In public, of course. At the hotel here and at the airport, those are good places to chit chat. Sometimes I really love the people I talk with. Other times, that person becomes a victim of my amusement.
Today's chit chat victim was a guy working construction. He'd just gotten paid some exorbitant amount of money (or so he said) for doing construction for the Army in the something Hatchie wetlands something or other.
He was talking and confessed that he was drunk, had been so for three days, was still high on cocaine, and expected to be so until it was gone. While a potentially unsavory character, he was enormously entertaining.
I brought OuchyKim out by the pool with me to meet this guy. She laughed with me, but his commentary got progressively more crass and he began to bother both of us. OuchyKim, wisely, left.
I stayed, thinking it would get to be more fun.
In fact, it did not become ore fun. He went out to pick up a stripper he'd met the night before. He was going to pay her at least one hundred dollars to have sex with him.
How cheap is sex, anyway? Is $100 enough? I wouldn't think that would be nearly enough. I've tried to put a price on it in my head. This would be a great place to get information from strangers, but it doesn't seem like a wise thing to be asking about. One hundred dollars for sex with a stranger?
[I just looked it up. It appears that in Texas metropolitan areas (that's all I could find) the going rate is between $200-250.]
My hobby is most thought provoking. Perhaps I shall find a new one.
And I don't reckon it will be prostitution.
Posted by dotty at October 19, 2004 08:49 PM