Currently Listening To: Jay Z – Big Pimpin
So your are not going to believe this shit, I went on a date with a gigolo. Yes, a man of the night (Not Blackula). I like that name Blackula, that will be his name. So I meet Blackula a couple of weeks before at a wedding. he was with a date I assumed was his girlfriend that lived in Los Angeles. Well, when my number was asked for, I thought it was for Blakula plus 1, no it was just for Blackula. Imagine the up roar. Well I was later told by someone from the wedding party that Blackula was a man of the night and his date was a client.
When he text to meet for a drink, I was hesitant because I knew what he did and really what can come out of this. Me date and marry a gigolo and have little gigolo babies, No! Neither was I thinking of sex with him, I have no idea where this man has been yet I still went because I was intrigued by his profession, plus I wanted to see if he would tell me.
I put on my best wig, yes I said wig, and some heels and hit the town to meet this man of the night. He looked very well dressed and had a great smile. I grabbed a glass of wine and began to chit chat with him. As he talked he had the Keanu Reeves surfer sound to his voices that was very annoying to listen too. I thought, that wonder why he is a gigolo, he is stupid. Blackula began to tell me all of the wonderful places he has traveled and seen.
So asked him what he did for a living to let him travel. His answer was, “excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” No this fool did not just avoid the question. As I grabbed my 2nd glass of wine, I was determined to ask him the question again when he came back. When he arrived back to the table be processed to tell me, “I am a man of the night, a male escort.” I was actually shocked or at least acted like it. He told me the ends and the outs of the business which to be honest, I was pretty jealous off. I mean, this man has women pay him thousands of dollars to just go to a damn concert with no intention of sex! Stupid Fucking Women! As he started talking I noticed him trying to lure me in with his blue ocean like eyes. Oh , I know what game you are trying to play and I am gooooooood at them. I don’t know if it was the 4th glass of wine or his knowledge of books and learning that he writes that I began to become attracted to him. So at this point, we are both tipsy playing this eye gazing game with each other like hypnotist. He tried to kiss me and I pulled away, saying that he will not get the pleasure with out my consent. As we closed the tab and prepared to go we hoped on the elevator to go to our cars, I decided to stop at a random floor. Once I done this, I pushed him against a wall and began to kiss him. Ok, I know what your thinking, “why didn’t you kiss him and just let sweat it out till next time.” Listen, this guy us a gigolo, the only good that may come out of this is good, safe, casual sex which I may be ok with.