Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Reluctant. That described me, but with rent being way past due, and school expenses to be paid off. I was desperate. I needed cash fast, zero places were hiring. A plan formed in my head. Okay, so I wouldn’t exactly call me a call girl. I put up an ad on craigslist. Something like: “Girl seeks sugar daddy. I’m a college student.” Simple and sweet. The answers I got ranged from alright to depraved. The poorly spelled and all capped to the just plain strange. I wanted a guy who wouldn’t make me feel like trash. I was just doing this to stay afloat after all. No girl dreams of sleeping with men for money. 2008 is not a time when a girl could list courtesan as a job title even though I secretly wished I could. My gran was a geisha after all. She had a respectable tea house to show for it. I know if I could just find one man. I could fix everything. But, is craigslist the place to look for such a thing? From reading the emails, I imagined the trysts. Only a few I found pleasing and I was pretty sure they were too good to be true. Most men were looking for quickies that day. The few that seemed okay quickly degenerated into haggling cheapest price for the most “stuff” I mean, I know my apartment looks bare, but if I’m doing this, is my apartment really that important? Still, I will not be told I’m worth less then my asking price. I will not degrade myself because I need money, or because I wasn’t planing on doing this. With the right help, my apartment will get better My body more perfect, and my hair perfect. I know the folks answering my ad don’t believe I want to go to art school, but I do. I want to take pictures and write stories. Some trysts and I could be on my way. Years from now, we’ll be friends and I’ll be the famous “edgy” artist and we’ll both smile.