park avenue hookers with business cards
last night around 2AM i was walking down park avenue south after leaving l’express. about a block deep into my walk home a car, a beat-up late model lexus with jersey tags, pulled up to the curb and rolled down its window, where a clownishly made-up bleached blonde called out to me…
“hey sexy! are looking for a good time?”
“um, no thanks. just walking home.”
“well come get one of my business cards so you can call me whenever you want to have a good time with a pretty girl.”
at this point she extended her hand out the window to offer the card. my first instinct was to say “no thanks” and walk away, and that’s exactly what i did. after all, i will never be one of those guys who pays for ass, especially ass from jersey hookers, so why would i have any need for her card? i mean, what do i look like, a governor?
but then, after the car had driven away and a few seconds had passed for me to think this through, i realized that i wanted that hooker’s business card, if only out of my inate curiosity as to how hookers advertise themselves on business cards. what a great conversation piece such a thing would make!
and of course, i would never call the number on it.
