The night the hooker got stood up.
Have you ever seen a high-class, high-price escort get stood up?
It's hysterical, and sad, and you can't stop watching it. Kind of like a car accident.
One night, I'm standing at my station in my exceedingly open kitchen, and watching the bar crowd come and go. It's a steady night so I don't get to watch it too closely, but closely enough to follow the plot.
Close up on the 'butherface' smokeshow in the red dress, nursing a belvedere and cranberry. Banging body, tight dress, long weave with bangs to cover her moderately ugly face. I don't mean to be judgemental, I just have to paint the picture. This woman is SEXY from about 15 feet, but once you get closer, ehhhh. I can tell you pretty definitively that this is the M.O. of most 'escorts' in my city... at least the kind that show up a few nights a week in our 5 star hotel ...
She has a canada goose jacket draped casually on the corner of her chair at the bar, and an iPhone 5 in her hand. She kind of dawdles aimlessly with the garnish on her glass, her hair, her dress, the napkin, her dress, checking her phone and the door every few minutes. She says "oh no, I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone" to four or five people who try to sit next to her, as it is getting late, and it is now the only open seat at the bar.
An hour or so passes, and no one has shown up. Her glass is empty, the bartender asks if she wants another, she orders it but doesn't touch it. Not yet.
Eventually, a well dressed man in maybe his late 20's shows up and sits next to her. At first you think that this is him, the john. You write him a quick story in your head; He's probably new money and single and needs some 'company' because he works so much he can't maintain a relationship. Then she notices, and tries to shoo him off. He says something to the effect of "I'm waiting for friends too, I'll move as soon as yours gets here." And your story drifts away like a cloud and everyone recommences the waiting.
Eventually, the guy's friend shows up. They are both attractive men, both clearly have money. You see the woman go from annoyed and lonely to working in about 5 seconds flat. She has finally given up on whoever was supposed to meet her to begin with.
She talks and flirts and tosses her hair around.... adjusts the top of her dress and drops something on the floor to bend over for. She worked hard, let me tell you. But, the guys weren't budging. They held conversation and had small talk with her in between, but never really showed interest.
About half an hour later you see why: their girlfriends show up. Now, there was zero noticeable tension. Good for these guys and girls, that even though the guys were talking to an obvious hooker, the girls were able to dismiss it - or maybe they just didn't realize?... Either way, they even started conversation with the woman.
By this point, the bar had filled up so much that I couldn't hear what was being said anymore. I am curious though, if the girls figured out that this woman was a hooker. What kind of questions do you ask if you are standing next to "pretty woman" at the bar? And I wonder if the boys picked up the tab that she so expertly walked out on.
1,000 dollar extensions, and she couldn't pay 30 bucks for two drinks. What a roller coaster it must be to be one of those 'ladies of the night.'
