Today (well, yesterday. I fell asleep) was beautiful spring day. a photographer is coming by to take my pic for the newspaper. Good thing I was born good-looking (and got that hair cut).

But you, my faithful followers, know where this is going...somewhere downhill. The day started out with me being late to work but me being the best they got I can do that. At work I felt uninspired, I wanted to do something different, so I brought bunny ears from 7Eleven. This little item plus my usual routine seem to please the crowd and many children. But it wasn't until late into the last hour of my shift that I got an offer to directly please someone.

A guy, whom I just saw and met Monday around the same time, called me over to his dark green Lincoln -I repeat. In the city of Richmond, Virginia, USA, a dark green classic Lincoln car- and preceeded to chat me up. I could tell he was gay and was on my toes perpared for anything since last my many past encounters. So, for my and his sake, I played dumb (which I hadn't done since high school) the best I could and lied about my name, though I never got his. Mmm,..that may become a problem. Anyway, He tells he likes my dancing. I had some "moves". Then we get to talking about my pay (this is not that unusual as many who stop long enough either ask how much I make or tell me they hope I'm getting pay what I'm worth) but then I sense something, something is shifting. Oh, the conversation. He contiues to talk about my pay after I tell him but it heads unexpectedly into a "what if" situation conversation. He said I could make more on the block. I thought he meant selling drugs (since when did dealers start recuiting strangers off the street?) I stupidly said "Yeah. I could." He replies "You don't understand what I mean."

"I mean if I gave you 20 dollars and have you do some things for an hour." I'm paraparsing but you're probably picking up on what I picked up on. Now I continue to play stupid as if not to pick up on his filthy hint for I was stunned and knew not what to do next. This part of the conversation continued for some time thats is until I finally thought up the perfect exit strategy. I told him he was funny and laughed as I walked away as I had seen many girls do when in the face of an aggressive and unwanted advance. As I walked away he said I "...look like I got some freak in me." *shudder*

But it was on the ride home that I really thought about it. The main reason why I didn't take that "John" up on his offer is that I felt insulted: 20 dollars for a hour? 20 dollars?! Ppssst!

(I think I'm giving off a gay vibe.)  

These things happen... to everyone... more if you look good...

So... just grin and bear it eh??

Thats what i do...

Take care and don't get bristly over it...

I agree, $20.00 please. You're going to have to make it worth my effort...am I going to have to move or just lay there...if I have to move it's going to be extra...lmao...j/k. Well, you said you were attracted to guys even though you'd never act on it, so maybe the bi vibe is coming through. My bi vibe always comes through...lol. Hang in there.