Tahitian Prostitution rates
I had a business lunch with several dudes from this office and one of our suppliers. The party was all men, and we went to this old school steakhouse which is also very mannish. You never see any women in this place, and it has this old school Dallas vibe. You come out of this place smelling like smoke, cigars and knuckle hair. In other words not my scene, in fact it's very close to the opposite of my scene.
Anyway, Flanders was in the group. I'm sure you've guessed that Flanders and I don't often see each other socially. As we ate our lunch, Flanders told us how his 'friend' was in Tahiti and 'approaced' with an offer of three good girls for a whole night for $10 US.
Why is it the tales of foreign prostitution offers always have the same elements?
It's always;
Offered not sought.
Often it's a 'friend'
The offer is never accepted for whatever reason
And it's always told from a cold analytical perspective, lest anyone think they were anything more than observors in this crazy game.
No one ever says "hey I just got back from Thailand and I banged a bunch of low rent whores! " I may have AIDS!
Anyway, Flanders was in the group. I'm sure you've guessed that Flanders and I don't often see each other socially. As we ate our lunch, Flanders told us how his 'friend' was in Tahiti and 'approaced' with an offer of three good girls for a whole night for $10 US.
Why is it the tales of foreign prostitution offers always have the same elements?
It's always;
Offered not sought.
Often it's a 'friend'
The offer is never accepted for whatever reason
And it's always told from a cold analytical perspective, lest anyone think they were anything more than observors in this crazy game.
No one ever says "hey I just got back from Thailand and I banged a bunch of low rent whores! " I may have AIDS!
posted by Robert_M at 1:20 PM
1 Comments:
Poor Flanders. What a bad attempt at being mannish. Either way --- true or not --- it's sad that he felt the need to tell that tale in mixed company.
I made a swing through the red light district in Amsterdam with my buddies during the Europe trip. We saw pros advertizing their wares in windows. And I don't think any of us have talked much about that. You know why? It was depressing.
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