On The Origin Of A Business
And I don’t mean a mainstream business like a liquor store or a gun shop.
Nope. I’m talkin’ escort service.
It’s more than just a paycheck.
Let me explain:
I have this friend. Let’s call her Monday. Actually, you can pretty much call her anything you want if you’ve got a few bucks but for the sake of this blog, we’ll call her Monday. And for the record, she’s not really in the escort service but rather one of those special people who provide an endless source of blog material for which I will extend my heartfelt thanks. Thanks, Monday!
Monday is single.
And Monday has had a run of bad luck in the man department which is completely puzzling since she is stunningly beautiful and has a great big heart. She is lovely.
Trouble is, men are visually motivated and Monday is visually stimulating. Like Magpies, they want to steal her because she is a shiny object. And listen up, beautiful creatures. Magpies are not that cool as far as bird go. Here is a bit of cultural history:
In Britain and Ireland, there are a number of superstitions regarding magpies . Here are two:
- A single magpie is associated with bad luck (and a married Magpie is even worse luck).
- One should make sure to greet magpies when they are encountered in order to either allay bad luck or encourage good luck. Common greetings include “Hello Mr Magpie” “How is your wife/where is your wife?”….
A good question, indeed, since the other night, Heckle (or was it Jeckle?) forgot to mention to Monday that he had a wife and kids back home in Dubuque or wherever it was he was visiting from. Oooops.
I know why women start escort services.
For the stimulating conversation with old rich guys with foot fetishes?
Like Tae Kwan Do self-defense?
No. Like stop breaking my heart self-defense….. If women are always getting screwed in one way or another by Wandering Peckers whose marriages have gone dull, I outta just start organizing it instead of living it.
Interesting point of view.
Monday was, of course, joking about the escort service thing and we had a good laugh about it. Then I thanked her for yet another blog idea and we said our goodbyes. But not before I asked how Heckle handled the “I’m actually married” thing.
He texted her the following:
Does this mean I can’t call you again?
Uh….only if you have a grand and some really cool toe polish.
I love you, Monday.