Just came back from a lousy and expensive dinner, and if you live in San Diego, you know this is the town for it!

In the thread Hushush started, I thought of something happened to me long ago, somewhat relevant.  Since the forum is hot tonight, I will share it before I fall asleep here.

Logo ago, I visited a famous place in Northern California that these activities were completely legal.  This was an extraordinary place those days, filled with truly beautiful women.  If you have been there in 70s and 80s, you know what I mean.

As I entered the place, I saw this gorgeous curlish reddish-blonde woman, standing at 5'9", 140 lb, blue eyes, perfect legs and shapely, the textbook example of a Scandinavian beauty. As I approached her, she was all smiles, but then asked for a fee that was way outside of the normal range.  Although I could afford it, I decided I wasn't going to be taken for a ride.

So I retreated to the bar.  She turned down a lot of foreign tourists that I am sure would have paid her fees and more, walked towards me, and said she wanted to spend the time with me, for whatever fee I felt was appropriate.  It turned out she was from Chicago, used to work for a high tech corporation, college educated, but recession had hit, she had lost her job, and there she was.

For the ensuing 7 months, I would fly up there to see her every 2-3 weeks.  One winter evening, after skiing, I went to see her, and after we went to the room, she just burst into tears, and went on and on how humiliating this job was, how she felt she was being degraded, and the tears just wouldn’t stop.  She had aged considerably over the span of the seven months, from a rose in full bloom, to a flaccid and pale flower.  She was probably suicidal.

To make a long story short, I immediately arranged for her to leave the place, helped her to get back on track and she ultimately got her life back.   In a visit a while later to the place she lives, we had a wonderful dinner, she was back in full bloom, gorgeous, restarting her career, and finally got married to a true gentleman and a doctor.  Her secret has been  forever safe with me, and that fateful night, I deciced I would be her friend, not lover. In a sailing trip off of key west, her husband once joked that when she see me, she acts like a kid at Christmas eve! This was very kind of him to say, and it was a reward I forever cherish deep in my heart.

Indeed, this business is not for everyone,  and for all of those who participate in it, it is not always possible to check our humanity and conscientious at the door. Although we try!