Treat Me Like One Of Your French Girls

My car died 2 miles from my apartment last night at midnight. I had to walk home, it took an hour and can I say thank goodness I was wearing my walking heals? Made the same trek thus morning, not bad really. Not bad just so long as you’re not being propositioned as a hooker the whole way. That was fun.

They thought I was a hooker? I was wearing way too much clothing to be a hooker. But after I told then basically that it was never going to happen, they asked if I was sure that they indeed had money, I said yes I was sure and they would say, “ok goodnight” etc. One guy even wished me a Happy Holliday, they were all weirdly nice about it.

This can’t be normal, right? Are guys always so respectful to their prostitutes? Even while propositioning me -in vain- they were respectful and not pushy. Oddly enough they were less pushy than guys trying to get a dance at a Hollywood club. Ironic, no? Once or twice I would have been confused and had a good story for the next day; but this happened to me ten times in the hour it took me to walk two miles.

I’m still confused. I didn’t know that a pajmina screamed hooker.