Adultery, Terrorism and Convenience Shopping

Today I have decided to share with you all the different places men take prostitutes to do dates (well not all...I am human and I was on drugs so I can't possibly remember them all). As well as a heart warming tale of unrequited sexual desire and desecration of the workplace.

I would imagine that a common misconception would be that dates are done in cars..alleyways...hotel rooms and the like. This is what I thought before - well, I actually never really thought about it before I did it, but that is of no importance. Of course, dates do happen in those places but places like that can be risky at times and it is always more preferable to be indoors without a chance of being busted. A hotel room, is the exception since it is pretty safe but some hotels won't let girls (who they think may be) prostitutes in.

Some men like to utilize the access that they are granted to various places because of their jobs. I am talking about real estate agents that have taken me to the houses they are showing when they know the homeowner will be out, corner stores, empty warehouses, taxis (that one I am sure is no surprise), car shops, even the storage facilities/units, a boat sales (yacht) lot, office buildings after hours, a fishing boat..the list is endless. It is amazing how willing these men are to violating their work place. I even had a bus driver pick me up. hetook me down Hastings, he parked on the side of the street with his hazards on and we did the date on the bus. Of course, it wasn't always just sex they want from you, you know..those public servants can get pretty freaky.

Which leads me to my next topic, I have mentioned before that it was not out of the ordinary to find myself doing a date with an individual I had know in my previous (pre-working the street) life. One of these people was a guy that worked at a store that used I to frequent in East Van when I lived sort of near Commercial and 33rd. This guy's name was Mohammad ..and it was any normal owner/customer relationship...of course, I always knew he had a boner for me..but it is sort of understandable. His wife worked with him and seemed very sweet but super religious, wore the full head cover, etc. Maybe he had a thing for white girls because he always used to flirt with me.

You must know what I am getting at here. Eventually he found me roaming the streets during the witching hour some random night dowtown and asked me if I need a ride. I used to get some pleasure out of watching these men (ones that I already knew from before) trying to find out if I was "working" without actually asking me straight out. Eventually I would tell them what they wanted to know but it was still amusing watching them squirm.

Anyways, we hung out for a while and it came to the surface that yes, I was in fact totally f*cked on the down and yes, I was working the street to support my habit. His lucky day. We did the date and life went on. We actually saw each other quite often because he worked late at night. He would get me and we would go to his store. The same store he owned with his wife. He even took me to his house and we did the date in his bed, the same bed he shared with her (this makes me think of the Gary Ridgeway and how he murdered all those prostitutes in the bed he shared with his wife and she had no idea that the bed she was sleeping in had been a murder scene over and over...). When we went to his house his wife was in whatever country she was from, taking their newborn son to see her family. (Oh, I just thought I would mention that when I asked him what he named his son he reluctantly told me "Osama" and we, mostly me, had a good laugh because it was right before 9/11 that his son was born..). He had rented these sick pornos too. Not that I wasn't used to that but he was so into them and he told me all about how is wife was so uptight and would only do things one way (sexually). Usually though, it was at his store that we did the dates. If you can imagine how surreal it was to have been a patron and then be on the other side of the counter and the owner is paying you for sexual favours.

(I can't help but think..who had the upper hand me or the wife? I guess the wife because they weren't all f*cked up and had a house and stability and all that. Maybe? I am not sure what I am getting at by asking that question except that I can tell you this for sure..sometimes I felt that I knew alot more about these guys than their wives did. From my experience the relationship between myself and most men that would pick me up was that we had no reason to lie to each other about much. They could tell me things they couldn't tell their wives.)

SO IN CLOSING

If you plan on selling your home consider what your agent may be doing when they claim to be showing the house, always sanitize your hands after using public transit, and think about this post the next time you go to the store and there is a sign on the door that says "back in 5 minutes".