BS: encounters with ladies of the night

Subject: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bert
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 10:36 PM

There's a conversation going on the 'Street Cries' thread, and not wishing to continue the thread drift I felt prompted me to start this one.

One night, years ago when Anna was a baby, we went up to London to the all night chemist (pharmacy) in Piccadilly. Arlene went in to fill the prescription while I waited outside with the baby in the pram.

There was a 'girl' in the doorway of the chemist's who had the most awful make up on that you have ever seen. She was obviously on the game and well past her prime. She started giving me the eye and I looked at her, then I looked down at the pram, and looked back at her again. Not a word was said. The poor dear gave a disgusted shrug of her shoulders and left in a huff.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mickey191
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 10:54 PM

Someone's Daughter or Sister and more then likely someone's Mother. A sad tableau.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bill D
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:03 PM

*grin*...30 years ago, being new to the big city (Wash DC area), I went downtown on a warm Summer evening...just walking and taking in the sights. I, too, saw a woman in a doorway...but she was kinda pretty. I glanced at her, and she took a step forward and cocked her head and gave me this little hand gesture....it took a 'click..click' couple of seconds before it hit me what she was offering. I shook my head 'no' and went on my way. Thereafter, I roamed in the daytime.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Sorcha
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:05 PM

Yes, sad. I've never met one, been one, or been been approached by one. Wonder why?

I don't hang out on East Colfax, Denver, Colorado, US either.
There has to be some way to keep women from being forced to do this.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Deckman
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:17 PM

YAH YAH YAH! But we all sing songs about them! Eh? Bob

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:31 PM

I don't. I'm bored by songs about "whores" as they are usually called in the cowboy songs. I have a friend who has an amazing number of songs about drunks and whores in his repertoire. I can't understand what he finds so appealing about it. ;-)

I used to see those professional girls around on the street quite a bit in Toronto, usually after coming out of concerts late at night. They used to hang out on Church Street at one time. Kind of ironical, isn't it? I mean, that they would pick "Church" Street. ;-)

Then there was the guy upstairs in the rooming house who hired such a girl one night, around about 2 AM, and they got in an argument because he welched on paying her (after the act). She had a fit, and it was happening in the apartment right above my head. I heard a whole lot of yelling and swearing. Then I heard this almighty ****CRASH!!!!**** on the ceiling. She had knocked over his fish tank, a really big one that was full of tropical fish. It was the only really nice thing he owned, since he was basically broke and jobless. Water starting pouring down the side of my wall, as it was working its way through somehow from up above, and the row got louder and louder. They fought all the way down to the front door, at which point she nailed him with a right cross that knocked him flat on his back, and she took off.

The fish tank and the fish were a complete loss. I figure that for that probably not very terrific bit of sex he got for "free", it cost him close to $1,000 in fish and fish acommodations and equipment. He was just not what I'd call a "lucky" person... (kind of like Shane)

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bert
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:41 PM

I had this friend in Iran named Moosa.

He told me a story of how, one night he was riding along on his motorbike and came across a couple of guys who were fighting over this 'girl' (you know what I mean) who was standing nearby watching them.

With very little discussion, he takes off with the 'girl' on the back of his bike, leaving the two guys still fighting.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:01 AM

Years ago one of my friends was showing her very elderly parents around Sydney's nightlife area.

One of the girls said something to her old Dad & Mum who hadn't heard what she said, sez. "Who is that girl? How do you know her?" in a very demanding voice.

Dad just smiled & kept shuffling along. And probably stood taller on his walking sticks!

Now for a not so funny story.

I was walking to work one cold winter morning (well, it was cold for inner city Sydney) & I saw a poor young girl in a sleeveless mini-dress standing swaying in the only patch of sunshine in the street. I assumed she hadn't made enough to pay her pimp, or buy drugs as it was close to 10am.

Probably the worse sight I saw was 2 young girls on a street corner one day, obviously runaways from suburbia, as they were still wearing normal suburban clothes, not the skimpy uniform of 'hardened' street girls. I could only hope the Salvos or other similar minded people found them before they got thoroughly enmeshed in the drug/vice culture.

sandra

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Megan L
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:32 AM

My dad (Long gone now) had sent my mum and the boys on a holiday. unfortunately while they were away he was laid of from work so he thought he would take the chance to join them. running down through Blythswood square(Dad always moved at a run)a young lady stepped from a doorway this was their conversation.
Lady "Short time?"
Dad "Naw hen Laid off"
he was two streets away before he realised what she had meant :)

I used to get awfly emberrassed as a teenager going to shows with my big brother because all the way back to the bus voices would call out of doorways "Evening postie."

there were two reasons one his first walk was to the street in Maryhill where many of the girls lived. he was offered some very strange christmas bonuses that year but when he said no they got the message.

the second reasonwas that in those days even posties with walks had to do a certain amount of nightshifts. he was coming out from a shift early hours of the morning when he heard a woman screaming in the lane. It certainly didnt sound like pleasure so he dashed into the lane and grabs the man who is beating the woman up belts him chucks him out the lane and checks the lassie was alright then goes home. to the lassies he was a rare thing a safe man one they knew they could trust who didn't want anything from them.

the third tale is my own encounter wie the lassies. a mate and i for a while took to going to the pentecostal church in Cathedral street we would meet up at the cafe on the Dundas street bridge. every night there was a lassie sitting there having a quiet cup of tea and bite to eat. we would nod and after a few weeks would pass the time of day.

one night i left the hall early outside there was a man who spoke to me. Being a Glaswegian i thought nothing wrong and answered him. the church building had two doors the one i had came out of and another a few feet away that had the gate pulled across because it was never used. i didn't realise it but as he was talking this man had manouvered me into the barred doorway. by the time i realised i looked up in fear the only other people on the street was the lassie from the cafe talking to a man. the next thing i knew was the man was pulled away from me and a voice said "Thats your bus hen." i wasnt caring wheter it was or not i ran and jumped on rushing up the back i looked out in time to see a huge fistcontact with the dirty auld mans chin.

Never judge a book by its cover there are guid fowk tae be found in the strangest claize.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 06:10 AM

A few years ago.....well O.K a lot of years ago when I was doing some Child Care training, we embarked on a project to discover how people actually came to be in the position in life they were in. The idea was to establish whether people actually choose their path accurately or are pulled across the many paths of life by circumstance.
Just across from the college we encountered two young prostitutes and engaged them in conversation...what followed was quite heart rending and dramatic..but suffice it to say that my ideas on what those women were really like changed as a result of actually meeting and chatting with them. They were certainly in their position (if you pardon the expression) because of circumstances beyond their control although they admitted to there perhaps having been choices they could have made....like cleaning toilets for a few pounds...or earning hundreds of pounds a week doing as they were now doing...now which would most women with children to support choose if at rock bottom, with no income. I guess I won't ever look at any such person judgementally.....I won't ever use the services of one but I guess I give them some sort of respect. They are just ' the girl next door' type people who make choices...rightly or wrongly.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bee
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 07:31 AM

Good onya, Georgiansilver.

Halifax has a prostitution problem. Many of the women are there because of drug use, but some are just trying to raise children. I remember a mother whose children I cared for: she was illiterate and not very employable. One day she came in, happy and excited. She'd got a job as stripper/dancer, and wouldn't have to sell sex any more. The following couple years saw her life get much better. She met a nice man while dancing, and he proved to be a loving stepdad to her children as long as I knew them.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Trevor Thomas
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 07:50 AM

I had an amusing encounter a few years ago. I was on my way to my local session and was asked by a lady of the evening "Do you want business luv?"

I looked at her, then looked up at my left shoulder, over which I was carrying a double bass. "Does it f~~ing look like it?" I said. She laughed.

Of course, in retrospect I wish I'd said something more witty, like "Why? Don't tell me you play the banjo".

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Jean(eanjay)
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 07:57 AM

Years ago when I lived in Bradford, and sometimes walked home on my own at night, I would get stopped by kerb crawlers who obviously thought I was a prostitute!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 08:34 AM

No idea what you look like eanjay but perhaps with your looks they hoped you were........

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 09:33 AM

I was propositioned, by another man, in Provo, Utah -- home of Brigham Young University! (I declined, not being inclined that way.)

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Jean(eanjay)
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:20 AM

Georgiansilver, that's a nice thing to say.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:25 AM

Careful - that's how it all starts - next thing you'll be standing on a street corner, wondering how you ever ended up there -

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bee
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:38 AM

I used to have to wait for a bus on one of the notorious 'pro' routes. I knew I'd reached honest middle-aged-ness when guys in cars quit asking 'How much?" Didn't know whether to feel relieved or aggrieved.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,another one
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:25 AM

I recently encountered a former "professional lady" who developed an interest for science, went through university as a mature student and who is now doing a PhD in quantum mechanics!

One should never judge a book by its cover and I fully agree with Georgiansilver.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Midchuck
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:30 AM

I knew a guy who knew a guy who, back when the Soviet Union was a going concern, was solicited by a really attractive streetwalker in Moscow, and took her back to his room.

Later on, he asked the standard "What's a nice girl..." question. Turned out she was a fully licensed and practicing cardiologist, but couldn't live on what the state paid doctors, so she moonlighted.

That's the story I got, anyway. The guy might have made it up because he had a problem about socialized medicine, I suppose.

Peter

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Desdemona
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:31 AM

Many years ago, as a college student blowing off classes (ssshhhh!) to chase the Grateful Dead around, I had occasion to be in NYC fairly often. The route we took out of the city went through Harlem, and I'll never forget a cold, rainy night during the garbage strike in the 1980s...the sight of young women my own age standing in the drizzle, surrounded by overflowing trash cans and wearing next to nothing at 2am has never left me, and was a forcible reminder at the time of how fortunate I was, and have been to have had other choices. There but for the grace of God, etc.

~D

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Donuel
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:33 AM

School is expensive. A minimum wage will not get you there.
A bold prostitute actually jumped in my car when I stopped at a red light.

I lock the doors while driving now.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: katlaughing
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:34 AM

LH, which cowboy songs?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 01:24 PM

Good lord, there are hundreds of them, aren't there?

My friend specially likes one called "The Dallas Whore". It's very tragic. He's got several others, but the names don't come to mind right now.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Scoville
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 01:36 PM

I had a break-down (well, two flat tires at once, actually; nothing wrong with the car itself but I only had one spare) in a bad part of town and spent an hour or so stranded at a gas station trying to find someone who could come get me. I didn't think I was dressed to compete with the girls who were hanging around looking for work, but I got enough offers. It was pretty scary.

I finally got ahold of my dad, who showed up in record time when he found out where I was. I'm probably lucky I wasn't assaulted.

I don't get the appeal of most of those songs, either. There is nothing entertaining about being in that situation. I'd be willing to bet that virtually everyone who finds herself (or himself) in that line of work is there out of sheer desperation.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Big Al Whittle
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 01:56 PM

A few years ago I was working as a teacher in Nottingham on a short contract. One of the books I was given to teach was JB Priestley's An Inspector Calls- which chronicles how a heartless Edwardian middle class family orchestrate the moral decline and eventual death of a young woman.   The father and daughter get her fired from her jobs, the son rapes her and the mother refuses her charity. In part of the story the girl becomes a prostitute.

I'd taught the text several times - so I was a bit puzzled why some of the kids seemed lukewarm to what is a very involving story. I explained this to one of the teachers, and I can remember her saying - too near the knuckle, Alan - don't you know what goes on in these streets round here? Don't you know the kind of life that surrounds these kids.

So when you say - we all sing about whoring. Do we? Or do we in fact just repeat the salacious stuff that excited us as adolescents?

from the album Notes of my album St Peter and John Dillinger:-

Winding Boy/Pretty Baby            

Two songs written by musicians working in the brothels of New Orleans. I learned them as a kid of sixteen or so from versions by Ian Buchanan and George Melly I never really thought of them as political songs.

Then one night last year, I was looking for a folk club situated near the red light district of Sheffield. The locals in a fit of high spirits had ripped down all the street signs. Reluctantly I rolled down my window and asked one of the working girls if they knew where the hell I was, and where was the pub I was looking for. This pinched little 15 year old face, with heroin glazed eyes, bobbed down and said, ….want some business mate?

Of course it's all there in these songs written by: Jelly Roll Morton, who got his diamond front tooth yanked out of his head and stolen as he lay dying: and Tony Jackson; black, gay, epileptic and reputedly paid $45 for his song that made millions.

Sorry to write such a long thing.

all the best

al

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Gulliver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 02:12 PM

Yesterday in Dublin a brothel "Madame" was sentenced to a year in prison for running a brothel--the first time that a "Madame" was sent to jail in Ireland for this offence. The brothel was just a one-bed apartment that was serviced by over a dozen prostitutes around the clock. She said she was paid 50,000 Euros to run the brothel, but the police discovered that in the four days before they raided it, 22,000 Euros was taken in, and that the brothel took in around 4 million Euros a year. Big bucks!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Jean(eanjay)
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 02:17 PM

A lot of money to launder even after paying all the girls - unless of course she declared it all and paid tax.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 02:53 PM

A lot of laundy to launder too I reckon.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: folk1e
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 02:59 PM

The obvious question is " How do you know you havn't been with one?"
Whilst many are only trying to feed a drug habit, not all of them are!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Greg B
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 03:03 PM

Back when I worked at IBM in the 80's one of the guys in the department
was talking about his Navy days.

"Guess what the least amount I ever paid to get laid was" he eventually
asked.

"I dunno, maybe ten bucks."

He held up a single finger.

"One dolla'!" he bragged. "On liberty in Thailand. One dolla'!"

To this day, I'm still wondering exactly what it was that he was so
damned proud of.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 03:32 PM

'The obvious question is " How do you know you havn't been with one?"'

Um - unless that's a riddle, the obvious answer would be, "Because I've never paid for it ... " If we're going to split hairs, the obvious addendum would be, "And I've known the women I've been with well enough to be quite certain they were not ... " Or is it your point that, oh my, you really NEVER know (cut to: attractive blonde pulling on light coat, takes furtive glance over shoulder, cut to: through half-open doorway, husband asleep on bed - bed she has apparently just left, cut to: she touches hair, then gently opens door and slips out ... ).

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amos
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 03:43 PM

Maybe he thinks he got a bargain.


A

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Gulliver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 03:57 PM

My first job when I went to Germany was working in a skin clinic. The local prostitutes arrived there on two days a week for their mandatory monthly check-up. There were several hundred in total and I got to know many of them to see, as they'd sometimes come with friends though it wasn't their turn. Some of them were the most beautiful women I'd ever seen.

Over the following few years I recognized several of them in trendy parts of the city, or at rock concerts or in discos, usually in the company of well-heeled men, and I'm pretty sure most of the men didn't know their background.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:39 PM

There is someone employed by Her Majesty's Revenue & Customs whose job it is to take those cards out of phone boxes and phone them up to ask the 'ladies' if they've paid their taxes. Most of them are very good at paying up - they are classed as 'entertainers'.

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:43 PM

"I'm pretty sure most of the men didn't know their background."

I find that a curious statement. Of course, you were there and I wasn't, but I can't help wondering why you would think these "well-heeled men" wouldn't know the "background", or the profession of these women ...

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:45 PM

or wouldn't find out before the night was through ...

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: bubblyrat
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:50 PM

Two places where it was almost impossible to NOT come into contact with Strumpets ( an archaic, but stridently wonderful word ), were Singapore and Hong Kong . In the former, one would be constantly approached if one went into any bar in the infamous Bugis street----caution required here, as many of them were the famous, and very convincing, he-shes known as " Kai-Tais " --by a bevvy of Suzie Wongs , all wanting to be bought "sticky greens ", or very expensive house drinks.Or one could go to the village of Nee Soon, near Sembawang dockyard, where older ladies ,always known as " Nee Soon Virgins ", would loiter quietly in shop doorways etc.-As they were older, they were much less likely to be men !! But Hong Kong was quite different !! There, women and girls of all ages would just come up to you in the street, and try to hassle you into a deal !! Their language could be quite explicit if you declined !!These were all Oriental ladies ,of course-----No self-respecting European girl, of whom there were many, would go near 'Jolly Jack' of the Royal Navy !! No sir, !!--they were there for the US Navy, fresh in from Vietnam with big bucks to spend, usually at the Hong Kong Hilton !! There must be many a middle-aged lady happily retired to a nice place in the South of France, courtesy of Uncle Sam and the Vietnam War !!
And then there was Edinburgh, and Danube Street------but that"s a different story !!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: frogprince
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 05:04 PM

I have been below the border in Mexico just once, very briefly. I was stationed in San Diego, and I took the bus down to the crossing and walked over one day. I was there only a few minutes when a fat pimp offered me a good deal on a girl (allegedly) fresh from the country, guaranteed not over thirteen. I headed back to the border; I just didn't want to be around there anymore.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amos
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 07:22 PM

Oh, it's gotten much nicer now, Frogprince. Now they insist on sixteen.

When I was a young deckhand one warm evening in the Canary Islands, the chief officer invited me to go walk the town as we both had shore leave and nothing to do. So we walked the streets of Las Palmas, and this lady merchant sailed up and accosted us. Being young, I was sumbstruck but the Chief was unfazed.

"L'amor? L'amor?, she asked plaintively.

"Que?"

"L'amor? Focky-focky? Trente pesetas..."

He looked at her sadly and shook his head.

"L'amor no esta la focky-focky. Esta differente!"

She looked at him in disgust and cruised on into the night.


A

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,EBarnacle
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 09:06 PM

One night at 2 am I was on my way home from work by bicycle. When I stopped at a traffic light, lady asked me whether I was up for some action. I simply told her I was on my way home to my wife. She took it like a sport.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:41 PM

Once a lady asked me if I was interested. I just said no.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:50 PM

Geez Louise, I could tell a few tales about this if I wanted to, but I ain't that indiscreet. Some of them proskirts can be pretty aggressive. If you ain't got the do-re-mi, just forget about it. They got their mind on the job. Mind you, I had one or two who were friends. That's different.

- Chongo

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:04 PM

Oh, yeah, I got lots of stories too. Here's another: I was walking down the street and I saw a woman standing on the other side. Well, you know what that meant.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mike Miller
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:09 PM

Boy, it's a good thing that these woman don't have to depend on Mudcat business. According to this thread, no one would even, consider employing a prostitute and when they are offered the service, they flee. Somehow they feel that, while the Vietnamese man with his cartfull of watches and cellphone holders is benign, the harlot should be got behind me, as it were.
Let's start a thread for men (or women) who have payed for sex. It is unlikely to be over posted.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:25 PM

"Boy, it's a good thing that these woman don't have to depend on Mudcat business."

How come they keep spamming us, then?

"According to this thread, no one would even, consider employing a prostitute"

I considered employing one to do some yardwork. Then I decided not to.

"Somehow they feel that, while the Vietnamese man with his cartfull of watches and cellphone holders is benign, the harlot should be got behind me, as it were."

On the contrary, I personally am terrified of that particular Vietnamese man. I'm afraid he's going to take over my country.

"Let's start a thread for men (or women) who have payed for sex. It is unlikely to be over posted."

You'd be surprised. I once paid for overposted sex. It was a little disappointing, really. Uncomfortable.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Joe Offer
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:57 PM

I do maintenance work at an inner-city women's center run by Catholic nuns. I was washing windows outside the center at 6 PM Monday, after everybody else had gone home. A woman came up and asked for something to drink, so I went inside and got here a glass of grapefruit juice - and she followed me inside. Right away, I figured I was in trouble.

She said, "Can I ask you a question? Are you married."

I said that indeed I was.

She replied, "Can I ask you another question? Do you date?"

I said no, that my wife and I were quite happy together.

I then led her outside, telling her I had to finish my windows. She asked me if I had ever seen her around before, and I said I hadn't. I'm not sure what that question was about.

Once upon a time, probably after I was propositioned in Washington, DC, I had planned out what I'd do if I got propositioned again. I was going to take the opportunity to ask about the job and what it was like and how she felt about her clients and all sorts of other things I've wondered about. Then I was going to pay her the price of a trick and tell her to spend the time doing something she really liked to do.

But the opportunity came, and I didn't do my boy savior social reformer stuff.

Probably just as well. I just smiled and told her to have a good day, and off she went.

-Joe-

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bert
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 12:19 AM

Ok Mike, start the thread and let's see who fesses up.

I was working in Ahwaz, Iran just before the revolution. Walking back to my hotel I was propositioned, even though I didn't speak Farsi the message was clear.

I ignored the poor girl and hurried on to the Hotel. She couldn't have been more than nine years old.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: fumblefingers
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 01:07 AM

Sounds like lot of lying going on here. The end of the story always seems to be, "I just walked away." Sure you did. And you never had the clap either, eh? And you never had a pocket full of Tetracycline pills?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Peace
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 01:14 AM

I had clap AND crabs. But I didn't get either from a hooker, thank you very much. And when I had clap, tetracycline--which is a broad range antibiotic--was NOT the drug of choice. It was bicillin (a long acting penicilln usually injected into one's gluteus maximus), and Pen v @ 1 qid. The crabs I came by in a completely innocent way. The clap I acquired in the traditional manner.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Peace
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 01:15 AM

From a toilet seat.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Skivee
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 01:44 AM

The true tale of my encounter with the professional sex trade:
Years ago I was a volunteer assistant at a medical training course for a prestegious Washington DC university.
The course director put me and another guy up at a swank Georgetown hotel so that we wouldn't have to drive home and return early the next day. After we had knocked back a few drinks, and I was preparing for bed on the fold-out sofa, my roomie, a local lad, announced that he was going to go hook up with his girlfriend.]
he arrived back about an hour later with a woman I didn't see because I was trying to be discrete and pretending to be semi-asleep.
They went up stairs and my roomie turned on the stereo. About 5 minutes later then was some kind of disagreement. She came back down and informed me that my friend was crazy, and she left. I never looked at her, and had my head mostly covered by the pillow.
I was laying in bed, and something bothered me about what she ahad said. I keep running it through my head in a semi-sleep slurred loop trying to parse what bothered me.
Your friend is crazy
Your friend is crazy
Your friend is crazy
Errrrrrr, YOUR FRIEND is crazy...not her friend, MY FRIEND.
I sat bolt upright in the bed.
I called up to my roomie,"Hey, Dexter, How long have you known that gal for?
He told me,"I just met her 5 minutes ago"
I quickly discovered that my wallet, containing my paycheck (just cashed hours before) was gone from my pants. She had removed it unobserved, while telling me that my friend was crazy...$200+ dollars, gone with the wind.
Ain't love grand?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 02:56 AM

For those who have observed that many if not all the men on here have not paid prostitutes for sex and have portrayed that as being dubious....can I point out that the number of prostitutes and the number of men they have as clients...certainly in the UK.... is quite small and I believe IMHO that 'most' men would not pay for sex.
There are relatively few prostitutes and they can only service a certain number of clients........

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: gnomad
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 03:15 AM

I used to work on the edge of the red light area of Bradford [W Yorks, UK]and one evening as the sun was setting found that my campervan wouldn't start. I called the recovery people and was told they were a bit busy, it would be about 90 minutes before they reached me. As I had food & cooking gear aboard I decided to have dinner while I waited.

I cooked my dinner, ate, and cleaned up. The AA turned up right on schedule, and as the man started to fix my van he asked how long I had been there. He seemed shocked by the answer, and said "Didn't you tell them what kind of area this is? You must have had some weird conversations." He then told me that between pulling up just ahead of me and reaching my van he had been propositioned twice, and offered a freebie by one girl, if he would give her a ride home.

In fact nobody had come near me. Maybe I just didn't look like a customer, maybe the cooking, or the bed in plain view in the back of the camper, put them off. A few of the ladies would have known me as a local bank clerk, maybe my reputation for meanness saved me. I will never know.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,Jim Ward
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 06:48 AM

Some years ago a gent in Sussex who does the occasional zany comedy act in local folk clubs, was walking to the car park across the road from the Prince Albert pub in Trafalgar Street, Brighton, where he had just appeared, when he was approached by a young lady who asked him if he would like to do business. Flushed by the success of his earlier performance, he naively thought she had been in the club and wanted to book him to perform somewhere else. "Yes", he replied. "I usually charge about 60 quid". The girl mumbled something like "Oh clever bugger, very funny" and walked off.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mike Miller
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 09:31 AM

Well, I guess we have discovered who is lower, on the respectability scale, than hookers. It's their Johns. Me? Pay for sex? It is to laugh.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 10:37 AM

Mike - Relax - it's okay.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bert
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 10:46 AM

Well fumblefingers I think that most men would walk away from a nine year old.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 11:19 AM

I HOPE that most men would walk away from a 9 yr old!

I have never propositioned anyone for money, nor have I ever been approached to do so... tedious but true.

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Midchuck
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 11:29 AM

I can honestly say that I was propositioned by a street lady - and one who appeared to be of age, and wasn't that bad looking - and declined and walked away. Not only was my wife right there with me, but my mother-in-law as well.

Shows what happens if you go to New York City.

Peter

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 11:32 AM

Perhaps she was thinking of a three for the price of two offer?

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: open mike
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 04:23 PM

perhaps i should post this as anonynous guest,
as it it sort of bizarre.

However, I once had the idea of buying an hour of time
with one of the "oldest profession" women in Reno, Nev.
as prostitution is legal in Nevada. The purpose of this
idea was to interview her along with my two daughters in
order to understand her life story. We never did actually
do this, but talked about it any way.

I think it was at the time that i was going to an auto
parts shop at the Mustang exit of the highway. On the
other side of the road was Mustang Ranch, a very famous
brothel.

i see someone else has thought of this..here is an article
about someone who conducted interviews there for 7 months.

http://archive.salon.com/sex/feature/2001/05/30/mustang/index.html

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 04:49 PM

Jeesh, when you used the word "bizarre", I think you had us all expecting something a little more - BIZARRE. Course, it's all relative ...

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amos
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 06:14 PM

Yeah -- bringing a couple of daughters along is relative. :D


A

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mike Miller
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 06:19 PM

Is Open Mike's research project the closest we are going to get to someone saying that he or she paid for a sexual encounter? My God, were the no Mudcatters in the service? Are Mudcatters too thrifty or underfunded? Are Mudcatters so attractive that they have to fight off hordes of desperate women? Do Mudcatters tend to have weakened eyesight?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 06:37 PM

I have a friend who was nearing his 40s and never had a sexual experience, ever. He had a very rough life and was undergoing a great deal of therapy. His therapist recommended that he visit a prostitute. My friend did this, twice. Once to experience oral sex and then intercourse. He said he enjoyed it but then worried for a very long time about the possibility of being infected with HIV. Turns out that he is fine (Thank you God) but I can't help but wonder why a therapist would ever suggest such a thing. I think it caused this guy far more stress and worry than anything else.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 07:15 PM

Geez, Mike...does it not occur to you that there could be strong psychological and emotional reasons why some people, including a lot of men, would not ever be willing to pay someone for sex...even if they were 100% certain it was safe sex?

How many women are willing to? Guess why.

Think about it. Let me know if you can figure it out, okay?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Peace
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 07:23 PM

"Are Mudcatters so attractive that they have to fight off hordes of desperate women?"

How chauvenistic.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amos
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 07:30 PM

Mike:

I tried to visit a Spanish bar-girl once, as an adventure, when I was barely 20. But, when I got there, there was no-one home and I had to walk back to the ship slightly disappointed but also somewhat relieved. I am sure this sounds like "I didn't inhale", but it is true. All my sexual congress has been entirely non-commercial, not-for-profit, and voluntary.

A

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 08:29 PM

Do you have an encounter you'd like to share with us, Mike?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Peace
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 09:57 PM

But I do have to add, it was the worst case of crabs I ever had.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: fumblefingers
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 10:34 PM

Bert: "Well fumblefingers I think that most men would walk away from a nine year old."

We're talking about legal age whores here, not kids.

My experience with the subject goes back over 37 years to Singapore and Indonesia. That experience ended 36 years ago when I got married.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mike Miller
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 11:10 PM

Thanks, Fumbler. No, gang, I have not paid for sex but that is because I was not able to afford it. If I could'a, I would'a. In spite of New Age propoganda, men are less in control of their sexual needs than women are. (That is, probably, built in because of consequences) I have no problem, at all, with hookers or their clientelle. In older, more enlightened days, there were courtesans, who were respected and who, often, achieved wealth and standing.
I do not think that picking up a girl in a singles bar for the sole purpose of a pleasant, if sweaty, evening, is more noble than engaging the services of a professional. The main problem of prostitution is its illegality. That is the main problem of grass, too.
Just my rotton luck. Now, that I can afford to indulge my fancies, I am happily married to a wonderful woman with a limited sense of humor.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Joe_F
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 11:24 PM

I went to a whorehouse in Tijuana with some more experienced undergraduates in the summer of 1955. It cost $5. I didn't catch anything, but I didn't have much fun either.

ObSongs:

About 40 years ago I struck up a conversation in a psychiatrist's waiting room with a lady who turned out to be that kind. We didn't do business, but I took her out for dinner afterward. I chanced to quote the lines

If I am forsaken, I'll not be forsworn,
And he's surely mistaken if he thinks that I'll mourn.
I'll get myself up in some right high degree
And pass as light by him as he can by me.

She asked me to write them down. I reached for my pen, and she handed it to me -- she was, as she had previously informed me, an accomplished pickpocket. A lot of women like that song.

*

For some time now, I have had the idea of fitting "French Lisette: A Ballad of Maida Vale", by William Plomer, to the tune of "Go to Sea Once More", which has a similar plot. The poem is in the right meter but would take some adjusting, especially to make the refrain singable. It ends:

Of the old technique one need scarcely speak,
But oh, in the quest for Romance,
'Tis folly abounding in strange surrounding
To be divorced from one's pants.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bert
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 12:18 AM

Hey Mike, you were supposed to start a new thread for fessing up.

But here goes anyway.

I was working in Iran on a six month turn around when my "Mr. Fixit" dropped in with this girl. He had already fixed up the deal before he told me about it.

She was kinda nice, so, I took the necessary precautions. Unfortunately for me, these precautions removed quite a lot of the sensation.

After a fairly short while she said "Enough". I guess she was through; but I wasn't. Fortunately, at that moment, the funny side of the situation hit me and I cracked up laughing.

I think that the laughter was more valuable to me then than the sex.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: katlaughing
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 01:14 AM

LH, I asked with the old cowboy songs in mind that I grew up hearing my dad sing. I cannot think of a one which had "whore" in it, but maybe he just didn't dare sing them around my mom or his kids.:-)

Around 1974, a jewellery salesman was in town for the week and kept bugging me one night at a singles bar. (I was there with a male friend, not a lover, just a friend, but that didn't stop him!) He kept offering me beautiful turqouise jewellery in exchange for going back to his motel with him. I told him he could give me some jewellery if he wanted, but I wouldn't fuck him for it. He left me alone after that.

kat

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 03:30 AM

Mike, I agree that the main thing wrong with prostitution is the fact that it's illegal. For sure.

However, there is no way I would trade money for sex, because sex is too personal to me. It's an indication that a woman really likes me if she wants to have sex with me. It indicates some warmth and mutual regard between the two people. Respect. Affection. Love, quite possibly.

That makes me feel good.

Paying a woman money so she would consent to have sex with me would imply that I am most likely worth less than nothing to her. That doesn't turn me on at all, Mike. In fact, it's sort of gross, in my opinion.

Sure men have different needs. So? I still like to know the other person cares...and if no one does...well, then, I'll go without it. There are worse things than going without sex.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amergin
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 03:42 AM

Exactly LH. I feel the same thing....sex is too magical, too powerful to waste on a whore...if you're paying....the intimacy...the tenderness is gone. and then you may as well give yourself a wank....it's safer and cheaper.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mike Miller
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 09:37 AM

A wank? Yeah, that's magical and powerful, all right. Gentlemen, that includes all of us, the existance and prevelance of masterbation (You know, wank does sound better) is evidence of the true nature of the sexual imperative. Men, unable to surpress this imperative, rationalize it with trappings of pride, accomplishment and power. That, which, we can not control, becomes a badge of honor and status. ("Me, pay for sex? Hell, they pay me.")
In less sophisticated but more self aware societies, men recognise their sexual needs as natural and normal. They use the services of prostitutes without shame, apolgy or loss of standing in the male clubhouse. They understand that sexual needs are as natural as hunger or thirst and, even, more fun to slake.
Is sex an expression of love? Of course it is, but so is conversation, shared dinners, shared plans and every other intimacy you can think of. If one is in a committed relationship, one limits most outside intimacies but, for the poor single guy, hookers are a time honored diversion.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Jeanie
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 10:20 AM

A friend of mine tells the tale of being *turned down* by a prostitute. As a shy and totally inexperienced teenager, he wandered around Soho, finally plucking up the courage to approach one of the ladies in a doorway: "Why don't you go home to your mum and spend your money on something else ?" was her advice. He did. What a kind, good and thoughful woman.

As well as there being "ladies of the night", there are also "ladies of the afternoon" - and very busy they are, too, or certainly used to be. In a lawyers' office I worked at in London, one of the senior men of the firm used to regularly ask his secretary to book him a room at a nearby prestigious hotel for the afternoon. Sometimes he would meet his assignations outside, but "ladies" frequently used to arrive for him at the office reception desk. This was over 25 years ago, in the days of the long lunch hour that went on to 4.30. In the current 24/7 working world, I wonder if his equivalent would be able to do this now ?

-jeanie

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: InOBU
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 10:20 AM

Well, as the question of mudcatters knowing women who have been prostitutes... I've had two very good friends who had been call girls, and one very good friend from High School who became a street walker. She was the saddest case. The two call girls put that well behind them, one is married now, with a nearly grown kid... became rather concervative. But, my friend who was on the streets. She rang my door bell, early in the AIDS years... covered with bruses, which I now know were signs of the onset of full blown AIDS. She had her art school books with her, (we were in a spcialized Art High School together). She asked if I wanted to buy her books. I told her I'd give her the money as a loan, and hold her books, and that she could have them back whenever she wanted them. I saw her once or twice after that, and expect she is long gone. One would never have thought she would end that way... so those of you who don't see the person under that immage, think of my friend Kathy, when I think of the child she was, I miss her greatly.
Thine in frith and friendship
lor

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Charley Noble
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 10:42 AM

I think I enjoy singing the bawdy songs more than I would the bawdy experience. It's less hazardous and less expensive.

Now John Warner of Australia composed his classic ballad "Kitty Kane" about a successful hooker, "The best in the game" as she phrased it. Other old favorites have to include the lumberjack ballad "The Red Light Saloon" and the nautical ballad "Cruisin' Round Yarmouth."

Cheerily,
Charley Noble

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: bubblyrat
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 11:51 AM

I don"t mind confessing------it"s no big deal !! I joined the Royal ( British ) Navy, in 1964 , aged 16.After some training courses, and two years at a Naval Air Station, I finally got to sea aboard the carrier "Eagle", and in 1967 we sailed for the Far East, via Capetown. Now that is quite a long voyage, and by the time we got to Singapore , I ( and about 2,699 other well-fed, healthy, fit young men)was/ were as randy ( horny) as Hell !! I had made friends with a man who had already done the previous commission on the ship , and knew exactly where to go to obtain some relief from that condition !!Actually, it was with one of the celebrated "Nee Soon Virgins", of whom I have written already.It cost 20 Singapore Dollars , about £2-50 in those days, for all night long, however many times you were able, and the lady was attractive, intelligent,fastidiously clean & hygienic, and a pleasure to meet ! She also gave me an invaluable insight into the customs and philosophy of the people of that part of the world -----so different from our own!! By the time our Odyssey was over, after 10 months out East, and a major Nato exercise in the Arctic, my education in that respect comprised the following--- Singapore, 1 -Hong Kong,3---Plymouth, 1---Edinburgh, 1. All delightful and memorable ladies in their own way !! I never ever used a condom, and I never caught any diseases, although I wouldn"t risk it today, No Sir !! So there we are----I make that SIX ladies that I can "confess" to , all before the age of 21 !!( I have not had any more "education" of that sort, on a commercial basis,anyway, since the Autumn (Fall ) of 1968 !!) .I look back on those times with fondness and nostalgia, and am I ashamed ?? Hell, NO !!!! But if you want to criticise or condemn, then you go right on ahead, I won"t mind !! I live in the REAL world, and it"s GREAT !!!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amos
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 12:08 PM

Dear b-rat:

Thanks for a very fine post indeed.


A

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bill D
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 01:37 PM

....well.....I had almost forgotten my one real 'encounter' with a 'working girl'. When I first moved to the DC area, I didn't even own a car, but had the use of a friend's car fairly often.
One night I was returning from a movie, and was going thru an area just within the "Mall" ...south of downtown DC...when I noticed a woman on the sidewalk, STOMPING along angrily but sort of limping because she had one broken heel on her shoe. Her attire sort of suggested her profession, though not the most extreme sort....
   On an impulse, I slowed, rolled down the window, and asked if she had a problem. She looked at me balefully and said something like "I need to get back to [wherever it was...only a few minutes by car]"

I shrugged and said "ok, get in"...She did...and I drove her back, not a word being exchanged. I assume that some 'date' had gone badly and she had been dumped or...or jumped OUT of a car...
Anyway, I let her off, she mumbled "thank you" and I went on my way, wondering mostly what had possessed me to get involved.

In all my 49 years of adulthood, I have never seriously considered spending any money that way...(I was never IN the army or navy)..but I have no strong feeling about it either way, except to regret the situations of the many, many women who end up in sad, degrading, dangerous aspects of the profession.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 01:51 PM

Look, Mike, I don't care what you do. It's up to you. I don't judge you for it.

But I don't want sex that isn't based on a real personal relationship that has developed over at least a little time. I don't want to have sex with people I neither know nor trust. I don't want sex with strangers.

It has not fuck-all to do with power. I don't want power over anyone. I just want a genuine relationship, that's all. I don't want power over her...I don't want her to have power over me. It makes me sick to see people basing sex around power issues.

"Is sex an expression of love? Of course it is, but so is conversation, shared dinners, shared plans and every other intimacy you can think of."

Yeah, and those things are all great too. They're all part of the picture...and they're all nice to have within a genuine relationship.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: robomatic
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 02:30 PM

I was a high school student on my way to the Soviet Union but we stopped over in Paris and were given some very limited personal time. I went to the "Tour Eiffel" and enjoyed a "Super Hot Dog" (both those terms were French of the day). On my way back to the hotel I remembered a charming old Danny Kaye song: Pigalle. Hey! I was near Pigalle. So onto le Metro and over to Pigalle. Boy, it sure didn't look like the song! There were these tall ladies with not very much on all over the place, mostly leaning against les balustrades, les portes "et" les fenetres. Some of them had wrinkles.

As the detective stories say: "I left that place". Puzzled, yet a little intrigued.

When I got the courage to tell my mom, she said with uncharacterize bluntness "The GIs used to call it 'PIG ALLEY'".

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amos
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 02:49 PM

Mike:

Maybe the problem with all these under-experienced folkies is they've never been up against first-class talent.


A

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Don Firth
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 03:36 PM

Some years ago, Barbara and I were in Southern California, visiting for a few weeks with an old high school friend of Barbara's. Michael had been living for a couple of decades with a fellow named Herb (they were "partners"). They wined us and dined us and entertained us by showing us all over the area, including driving me to Pasadena and locating a couple of houses where I lived before my family moved back to Seattle when I was nine. Great nostalgia trip.

One day, they took us for a day-trip to Tijuana. Fascinating place in a gawdawful sort of way. We were sitting in an outdoor café having lunch, and there were about a half-dozen kids (maybe 5 to 8 years old) making the rounds of the tables, looking hungry. Whenever I set my burrito down on the plate for a moment to take a sip of my beer, this one kid would say, "Are you going to finish that?" He had a pair of cocker spaniel eyes, but I would have had more sympathy and compassion for him had he not been such a little porker. He could have lived for six months off his body fat. Most of the kids were similar. Begging at outdoor cafes was just something they did.

There were a whole bunch of Guatemalan children there, too, begging in the streets. They looked genuinely hungry and I was feeling pretty sympathetic toward them (they were refugees from a current nastiness in their own country), but there were so many of them! One of the local shopkeepers told us to simply ignore the kids. "Begging," he said, "is their form of play. Just working the tourists. It's all in the eyes." Well, maybe. . . .

Barbara and Michael went off to cruise a couple of shops and Herb and I went to check out a music store with guitars hanging in the window. Lots of guitars, some with ornate inlay, including mother-of-pearl. Sorta gaudy. Lots of flashy looking instruments for about $25.00, a few plainer looking ones for a bit more. Couldn't really try them out because most of them were sealed up in plastic bags! No problem. I wasn't in the market anyway, I was just looking.

As Herb and I were on our way to reconnoiter with Barbara and Michael (about a block and a half), we ware approached a couple of times by very attractive, well-groomed young women who asked us if we were "looking for something special?" We were too naïve to figure out what was going on, and simply responded "No, thank you." Michael told us that while Barbara was dickering with one of the shopkeepers, he stepped outside the shop for a smoke and he was approached by a very pretty young woman who asked him if he was "looking for something special." Not knowing what she was talking about, he responded in the negative. Back in the shop, the shopkeeper explained to him what was going on. If the girls ask someone directly if they're interested in their "services," they could be arrested for soliciting as a prostitute. By phrasing it the way they did, they could always claim that the tourist looked confused and they were offering to help them find a shop or a restaurant or something like that.

One thing that I noted was that these young women did not look anywhere near like the stereotyped "hooker," i.e., long in the tooth, too much make-up, kinda worn out looking, etc. They were generally in ther twenties, quite well-dressed, well-groomed, and very attractive.

Interesting world out there. . . .

Don Firth

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mike Miller
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 04:42 PM

I know, just, where you mean, Don. It is in that plaza, on the street across from the main market. I hope you didn't buy one of those guitars. They are beautiful, but they tend to crack in northern climates. And, I know just what you mean about the appearence of the hookers A lot of the prejudice against prostitutes is because we think they are, all, alike. The street walkers are at the bottom of the chart (They make the least money, they take the most chances, they work the longest hours. Welcome to the wonderful world of capitalism). I would imagine that call girls would earm more and be safer than their sisters on the street.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 05:44 PM

Yeah, there must be a great many varieties and levels in the trade, I'm sure.

How you look at it all depends on what your beliefs and expectations are. I was always looking for "true love"...and only true love. I was looking for "the love of my life". You don't get that by paying for it. It's not a business proposition. On the other hand....no matter how hard you look for "true love", you may not get it at all. ;-) C'est la vie.

If I incarnate again as someone who doesn't give a hoot about such niceties and idealistic standards, then maybe I'll try it your way, Mike, but not in this lifetime. No chance.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 05:49 PM

It's not for sensitive souls.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: InOBU
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 07:45 PM

PS For the sake of clarity, I should mention that the call girls I knew ... it was after their working lives...
lor

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Don Firth
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 08:13 PM

Yeah, Mike, I'd seen a guitar like some of those I saw in Tijuana about twenty-five years before at Barry Olivier's shop in Berkeley ("The Barrel"). Barry had a variety of instruments for sale, and I was looking at a guitar he had there with all kinds of mother-of-pearl inlay around the soundhole, along the edges, and up the fingerboard. I commented on how flashy it looked, and Barry said," That's strictly a wall-hanging. I'd never sell that as a guitar. Take a look inside." So I peered through the soundhole, and you could see sap oozing out of the wood. The wood in that guitar must have gone from the tree to guitar in a matter of a few weeks. No aging or curing at all.

Oops! Sorry about the thread drift.

On another occasion, back in Seattle, I was driving through downtown on the way back to my apartment fairly late at night, and I had to get up at about five-thirty in the morning to get to work (Boeing Everett plant, 7:00 a.m. shift). I stopped at a red light at 4th Avenue and Pike Street and was preparing to take a free right up Pike when an attractive, well-dressed young black woman tapped on my passenger's side window and made window-winding motions. I reached over and wound the window down to see what she wanted. She said, "Hi. Want a date?" I blinked, then responded, "Sorry, but no thanks. I've got to get up early to go to work." She smiled and said, "Okay, see you," then waved and stepped back on the curb. I turned the corner and went on home.

Once again, she was well-dressed, well-groomed, and quite attractive. I would never have taken her for a hooker.

Don Firth

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 08:42 PM

My closest encounter was living in a rental accomodation with a guy who was addicted to a whole lot of pills and he had a friend named Brett who was a hooker and she was also addicted to a whole lot of pills...and alcohol. The guy also had a large paranoid german shepherd with a very hostile attitude toward cops, postmen, and any other stranger who might appear at the door...but it was okay with me, him, or Brett, because it knew us.

The German shepherd and the guy slept in the same bed...but it was a platonic relationship. Brett used to show up now and then, maybe once a week, and sleep over...also platonically, I assure you. Nothing happened. The guy wasn't even slightly interested in sex (too strung out all the time, I guess) and neither was Brett when she was "off the job", so I guess she found it refreshing that he felt that way. They would all use the bed at various times (guy, Brett, dog in whatever combination)...strictly for purposes of conking out for awhile and sleeping off whatever they had injested.

The place was extremely dirty and crazy. It was my own bad judgement that I rented there, and I only stayed about 3 months, till I found another place. My own room was okay...the kitchen was half okay, the rest was a disaster.

The guy had accumulated about fifty parking and traffic violations and had paid none of them, so the province suspended his driving license. He still drove anyway, when he was lucid enough to manage it, usually to pick up drugs from the 3 doctors he knew, and sometimes he gave Brett a lift somewhere.

One time she showed up in the middle of the night with two sprained ankles...barely able to hobble around. She stayed about a week that time. Brett was technically good looking if you didn't notice the empty look in her eyes. She was strange to talk to, but my impression was that she was fairly smart...only thing is she was really stoned or drunk most of the time.

She may have sprained her ankles because of the high heels she wore. They were really, really high heels. She dressed all in black and had jet black hair.

And that's it.

No, wait. There was this other girl who claimed to have been "a lady of the evening" (the exact words she used), but said she wasn't doing that anymore. She was so ugly and unpleasant that you had to kind of wonder who her customers would have been (who is that desperate?), but that's what she said anyway. She and her equally weird girlfriend moved in on a naive do-gooder friend of mine, a very gentle person, who was sharing a house with an embittered old man (the owner). He offered them a port in a storm. The old man couldn't get along with those two aggressive women around, but they simply wouldn't leave, and they basically took the place over...bullying him and my friend unmercifully for a few months. The old man finally became so desperate about the situation that he tried to kill himself and them by setting the house on fire in the middle of the night. It didn't work. The fire department came, the house got ruined, the cops put the old man in a mental home, and my friend and the two women ended up on the street.

Life. You have to witness it to believe it.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 09:00 PM

" ... the call girls I knew ... it was after their working lives... "


Just a way to supplement the old-age pension, was it?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 09:07 PM

LH: Just out of curiosity, where did all these misadventures take place (i.e., city/province)?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 09:28 PM

The apartment with the guy and the dog and Brett was in Toronto, the Beaches district, sometime mid-70s. The incident with the old guy who burned his own house down was in a very small town north of Orillia, Ontario. The town is called Washago. It happened in the later 80s.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 09:53 PM

That's an awful story. Like you say, "Life ... "

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mickey191
Date: 22 Apr 07 - 01:26 AM

I watch a show called "Cops" which is interesting, funny and sad. The fascinating thing quite often are the men who are stopped in their cars or long haul trucks who have a "strolling hostess" with them. They are usually in various stages of undress. This is a LittleHawk quote: "so ugly and unpleasant that you had to kind of wonder who her customers are- (who is that desperate?)

Some of these poor women are the dregs. I can't figure how any man would need it that badly. It's a mystery.

Program on history channel tonight "Sex in the Civil War" period. 40% of the Union troops had VD. Nashville became the first US city to legalize prostitution. Started to charge prosties $5.00 a month for clean bill of health. The place had more whores then it could comfortably handle. They put 600 hundred of them on a brand new Paddle Steam Boat. No city would accept them. Back to Nashville!! Guess that's when country music got started.