Tuesday, October 16, 2007

The Business of Love

Lovely mandolin music and lowered lights encourage us to sit down on the patio of Antica Pizzeria, in Marina del Rey.
M and P bursted into a conversation on stocks and personal financial growth before the waiter could hand us the menus.
I listened for as long as I could to what they were saying. and my personal record on such conversations listening is of about 3 secs. We ordered food and wine. Then we talked about P's girlfriend, who is not the best looking girl he ever had, but is the one who worships him the most. No judgement here.
M, on the other hand, said he's lonely and looking to settle down, therefore he approaches the dating market as he'd approach any other market: research. It's a business afterall and size doesn't matter. should I add the dreaded "lol" here?
The business of love, what an interesting concept! A British Study once revealed that the behavior of a person in love is quiet similar to the behavior of a psychotic person. Does psychosis come with a side of stocks and investment plans? How much would my total commitment be worth on such a market? How much no commitment, but exciting sex life is worth?
There's a virtual community lifestyle which allows the "Love Economy" to flourish, by pairing people up according to 29 characteristics they may have, or needs, or sexual behaviors. When did we become so easily labeled? What happened to the good old confusion and self doubt that kept us into growth mode? Does being an individual count any more?
What should a person like me enter under the 29 characteristics?
1. Blonde stripper and counting
2. Blue eyes
3. Size does matter
4. Pro blow job giver (Won a medal for this one)
5. demands commitment
6. so she can cheat
7. likes to sleep in
8. half Italian
9. half Promiscuous
10. married
11. never late
12. always on time
13. are you submissive?
14. if not, stop reading this
15. it's not for you
16. are you still reading?
17. shame on you
18. fine! pull your pants down
19. can you speak with your mouth full?
20. say "RRRRRRR"
21. harder
22. harder
23. !
24. thank you
25. we'll let you know
26. next
27. Blonde stripper and counting
28. Blue eyes
29. etcaetera, ecc
However, the Pizza was good.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

playing footsie

Party of forty at 8pm! Forty guys gathered around a couple of poker tables needed entertainment in a dive bar somewhere in the Valley. Good money, boring night, I figured. However, I talked to some of them, flirted with some others, getting tip after tip and smiling my way around.
M walks in with shades, cigar and beer. M grunts at his friends who push him to get a lap dance. My partner slides all over him, she seduces him with her ice cold looks. M doesn't respond. He's somewhat empty and away. Maybe it's because of the glasses and the harsh neon lights.
Cards are dealt, money spin, cards are unreaveled, poker chips are thrown over the green tables. I sit on M's lap. he won. He gives me chips and a tip but avoids my eyes and my touch. I place my crying call and walk to the bathroom. M walks after me. He smiles. I walk inside the bathroom. When I come out M is waiting at the door.
"I wanna ask you something" he says.
Time for a fast play, I'm thinking.
"How about a private lap dance?"
"How private?"
"A thousand bucks private"
Jackpot, I'm thinking.
We walk into a badly lit backroom. He sits down. Pulls out of his pocket a roll of hundreds.
"Tell me to give you this money" he whispers.
Ahh, there you were, my dear M. Playing coy, are you? I walked closer to him. I grabbed the money out of his hands.
"Get on your knees"
He quietly obliged.
"My feet are hurting. Massage."
He massaged my feet with unexpectedly soft hands. He kissed and he licked and his tongue felt like warm mud between my toes. He adored and he worshipped and I was watching and learning. He unbottoned his pants.
"Did I say you could unbotton?"
"...Sorry, Mistress Sylvia"
"Sorry Mistress Sylvia"
The night just got interesting, so interesting, in fact, that I left at 4am. not before I promissed my new found friend that he'll get the chance to give me a pedicure. Soon.