Saturday, December 13, 2008

A Date With a Hooker

Unusually interesting and yet tragic.

So it was set. My first date with a prostitute would be at a bowling alley in west Broward. We could talk about whatever she wanted. Do whatever she felt like doing. As long as it didn’t involve anything even close to sex.

It had to be one of the weirder propositions she’d heard. Call it some sort of half-baked sociological experiment: What happens when you take a hooker on a regular date? What happens when you share a walk on the beach or a piece of pizza instead of, oh, something that ends in job?

And that’s why, at the Don Carter Tamarac Lanes, during the third frame of the second bowling game, Sophia the prostitute is telling me about the time she went out on a fetish call and got kidnapped and held hostage for three days.

Hat tip Dean’s World.

(2) Comments
Posted by Owen at 1619 hrs
Culture

  1. I highly doubt it was one of the weirder proposition she has ever heard i can guess she has heard some pretty strange propositions. she will do just about anything for money

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on December 14, 2008 at 0846 hrs


  2. Well, it is weird if you know that most college-age people don’t date.

    A prostitute who wants to work for the government?  Logical career progression, actually.

    Posted by HeatherRadish on December 15, 2008 at 1117 hrs


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