I gotta tell y'all... I have just seen such a wonderful show it's amazing. After taking in the finals of the Hockey East Championship in Boston, I finally made it back to my hotel. Not being satisfied with 2 beers with dinner and 3 more at the TD Banknorth Garden, I stayed downstairs to have a nightcap. All I can say is that it was quite a floor show and worth the $11 per drink that I was paying for the Spiced Apple Martini's.
She was what is frequently called a MILF. Trust me friends... if you work enough conferences and spend enough nights at upscale hotels, you can tell the difference between two people getting to know each other and a fiscally beneficial relationship that will end in Carnal Knowledge. It was a sight to behold. She was a looker in every sense of the word.
She was very attractive. She was blond with a skirt that was above the knees with stockings and blouse that showed off "the ladies" prominently. It was sexy, bordering on slutty but not quite crossing the line. He flirted with her, she flirted with him. She was so clearly out of his league (like me with anyone from the opposite sex) that there was no room for doubt what sort of arrangement was transpiring before our eyes. It was a floor show without the cover charge It was all very precious except that both the bartender and I could clearly see what was going on. She was very good at what she does and clearly worth whatever she was making at the time.
The bartender and I exchanged glances. It was one of those, "Can you believe what we are watching ?" looks. When the couple finally left the bar presumably to seal the deal so to speak, the bartender and I just looked at each other and laughed. "She's working hard," I said to the bartender. "Absolutely" she replied with a grin that stradled the line between humor and disgust. It was one of those, "I can't believe what I just saw but also I am pissed by how much that wh--- is going to make tonight while I work my ass off" looks. I felt bad for her. An honest days work for an honest wage obliterated by a upscale call girl who will make 10 times that amount in one night.
So when the tab came, I tipped well over 20% on the bill. I ended up bonus, unexpected entertainment while being burdened with the guilt watching a decent, hard working woman end up on the short end of the final tally while the "professional" made a killing the easy way. It's just not fair on so many different levels. And so goes my Saturday night of hockey and hookers.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
You gotta a dollar? Me love you long time.
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21 comments:
it's not fair but your bartender gets to keep her dignity.
good on you for making it a more pleasant night for her
xo
Wow. On so many levels. Rob's Dad recieved his PhD at BU, so we have that connection. Hockey. We have that connection too. Hookers. I worry about them, so we have that connection as well. I wouldn't exactly call what they do the "easy way." Men might say that, but any woman with an ounce of courage wouldn't. For some reason I think every damn dime they get, they deserve. I imagine it's a hard life. The bartender on the other hand still has her dignity and guys like you who give big tips.
I don't go to conventions and don't drink in bars. I wonder what would happen if I went to convention and met you at a bar!!! I know you're laughing as hard as I am! The way I look at it is, it would either be really good, or really bad! I don't see an inbetween. Do you?
Hope you're sleeping off those 7 plus drinks and dreaming of "the ladies." Have a fun Sunday!
Love you,
Blottie!
How odd. I didn't read Kylie's comment initially. She used the word dignity too. See?!
Hi Kylie!!!
You know, hookers work really hard too. You think they only have one date a night? Trust me, they're working their ass off too, literally.
I'm hooked on your blog. Does that mean I don't have any dignity? ;)
So...um...Bob...is your birthday in twenty five days?
Happy Birthday Bob.
That's a good point, but in this case, Karma wins out. what kind of life, really, does that hooker have? Seriously... The bartender works hard, probably has a couple of kids, and things don't come easy to her. Therefore, the things that matter, mean more to her. That's quite a gift.
The hooker? Probably has a luxury apartment, a luxury car, all the best clothes, and nothing other than that. That's a pretty sorry, empty existence.
I'd rather be me than her, anyday.
Hookers freak me the f!@#$ out. I'm torn between pity and disgust. Studying criminal justice, this topic came up quite a bit, especially in my ethnography classes. Lots of academics like to study working ladies out in the field. I guess they just like to "keep it real" (plus if you have an interesting topic like that, you're less likely to drop out of grad school!) And some of the studies are compelling. But they all boil down to what the other ladies commented. Hooking is soul-crushing, ego-crushing, awful, disease-ridden (even at the "high" levels), dangerous...etc. etc. etc. And most hookers are just surviving (or not) on what they make--the wealthier ones are very very very rare.
I have some empathy, but mostly I consider it to be a choice, and it sickens me as a feminist.
I could go on for several hours...
This was a fantastically interesting post and comments.
I keep starting comments and then erasing them.
Do go on for hours doctor. Fascinating! The only thing I questions is the word "choice." Do you think all prostitutes make a conscious choice? I agree many of them have a choice, but I wouldn't say all. You have to remember the women who are kidnapped and forced into prostitution all over the world (even here in America), young homeless children in poor countries who have nothing to give but their bodies to stay alive, etc. I wouldn't call that a choice and I know you wouldn't either.
Bob, this really is a great post and I agree with Leah, it's a great comment page as well. Thanks for this one. I'll tell you one thing, I'd rather be a bartender!!!
Rob worked on an appellate case a number of years ago. The victim (a protitute) had been raped by a John who picked her up in another town but brought her to a very upscale neighborhood of the East Bay hills in the San Francisco/Bay Area. The rape occur only 4 blocks from our house in broad daylight. Rob wouldn't even let me read the case initially, but finally relented. It was the first rape case I'd ever read and it scared the shit of me. First because I know the street well, and second because no one noticed a woman being raped in the front seat of a van. She won in the trial court and won on appeal. The defendant was a sex offender and it was his third strike. He got LWOP. (Bye-bye baby.) It was sad he got out after two strikes and nearly destroyed another beautiful woman. Although she was/is a protitute, she's strong, determined and just like any other woman, deserving of respect. I still think of her to this day. Reading the trial transcripts changed my life. I'm more careful. I know what to do and what not to do. Before that I didn't. Seriously, I didn't.
Something happened at the park within the first few months of feeding ferals and it's because of that case and that woman I was able to notice danger and protect myself very quickly. I wish every woman could read a rape case. I was so reluctant because I'm a sissy, but what I learned is invaluable. Always remember this as a woman: Your car in your best weapon. Get in it, lock the doors and close the windows. If you even suspect danger, any danger, just do it. It doesn't matter if you make a mistake and look like a fool. Who cares?! Always think of your car as a tank. You can always get away if you're tucked safely inside.
This is obviously not the comment I planned to write, but here it is and I'm not deleting. Bob, really, thanks for this one. I know you had no clue it would generate so much conversation, but it's such a good thing.
I don't look down my nose at prostitutes because I know one opened my eyes and saved my ass one sunny morning at Natomis Park. I have impeccable instinct and know that for sure.
Bob, ove you darling and hope you're having a great Sunday.
XO
Love you Leah! Great comment. Write more!!!!
Hi Kylie. You're always the best.
Hi Whatigotsofar. You go girl! You're so right.
Hi Merelelyme. You crack me up!!
Hi Karen. I'd rather be you or a bartender!!! Oh, and by the way, you look fabulous!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Bob, I also "Love" you!
I guess I need to drink more often if y'all think this was such a great post.
Bob, it's thought provoking. Don't drink more because women will take advantage of you.
;)
Where are you? Don't forget to always check in!!! XO
I'm back because I can't get off your damn blog. I noticed to the right Bitter Ball's "No Vegans Swallow?" I'll have to visit if I ever get outta this joint.
I visited Bitter Balls and couldn't get past "Wish to continue." I will never know what a Vegan swallows. Oh well.
Gotta go even if I have to exit to get you off my back!
XO
Suze wanted me to leave a comment here, but I must say, I'm not sure what to say. I know that I would not want to be a hooker. It has to be the most degrading job in the world. I watched a documentary once about the bunny ranches out in Utah, and it sort of made me sick. Some of these ladies have serious issues. You did the right thing by tipper the bartender, Bob. You have a good heart. I liked this post, but I wish you would have left out the part where you put yourself down. That took something away from the whole thing. One of these days, I hope you realized that you have alot to offer a woman. And I hope you find the right one and she rocks your world. (In a good way and not in a dispicable way like that K woman.) Anyway, as my OLF, I adore you and I only hope the best for you. And if you do ever choose to make a hooker's night, please don't blog about it. Because in Boston and every place else beside Utah, prostitution is illegal.
Nope, still can't decide what to say. I don't love this post though.
I was mistaken for a prostitute once in Vegas. Apparently a girl isn't supposed to sit at the bar by herself in that town.
I'm going to guess that Bob's in Boston.
Celebrating the New England style with his "lobstah slippah's"
I want to hear your opinion now Megan!
I spent time writing all that shit for nothing? That's it. I'm going to be a one word wonder from now on. Seriously. Not a freakin' thought in my head.
Bob. I'm looking for work. Meet me in Vegas. Okay, that was like 9 worlds. Next time it'll be one. It'll go something like this..."FUCK!!!" Okay, just kidding, but funny!
XOXO!
Happy Birthday Bob!
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