Client 10
Today started off as an ordinary Monday. Nothing special other than the fact that the stock market was going through its continuous mood swings. Bear Stern got butchered over the weekend as Lehman Brothers was next on the radar to be hacked on the butchering board. I think Lehman will be spared when they announce their earnings and disclose their liquidity tomorrow.
Around noon time I was waiting on line patiently for over an hour to send an Easter care package. I was bored out of my mind and that was when my "client 9" texted me and invited me to have dinner with him. I texted him back and things were set for 7:30pm... he was going to disclose the location when he decided and I waited patiently for hours... long story short... "client 9" sent an evite to me via email and I was simply waiting for a text message all day... needless to say, we didn't meet up for dinner and decided to meet up on another day. It was just an innocent misunderstanding. And to those that are wondering what type of person "client 9" is... he is a well dressed young man (custom dress shirts and all), makes very good money, and has a thing for quality prepared food. :) No. He wasn't paying for my escort services... I'm always free anyway. LOL... In any event, he's just someone special.
As I waited patiently on the 34th street train station to head home, that was when my escort aura attracted "client 10". An Irish man perhaps, short blond hair, slightly thinning on top, 5'9", 170ish lbs, late 30's, blue eyes, and always a constant smile.
He first caught my attention when he threw a Canadian quarter at a rat running across the tracks. *BING* "Ahaha....", he laughed next to me. "That was one of those Canadian quarters. It ain't worth much otherwise I wouldn't have thrown it. Hey... it's St. Patrick's Day... what's a quarter, right? Ahhaha..." I looked at him and just smiled and giggled a little like a geisha girl. You know, one of those giggles that kinda says, "Okay, alright. Whatever."
"I'm actually heading to Grand Street to get me some CHINESE food... and to get some herbs." He stressed the word "Chinese"... I could've sworn.
"Oh. Really? You like Chinese food, uh?"
"Yeah. I'm also going to see an herbalist for my ear. I have an infection in my ear because I have this tiny hole in my ear drums and I've gotten five infections in the past three years. I first got it checked out at St. Vincent's hospital and they said I needed surgery to close up the hole, but I was like, 'No. Cut open my ears? No way!' I only have a 5% hearing lost, so I'll deal with it."
I'm like... "Okay...", but I was being polite and my geisha escort services do require me to hold intelligent conversations. "Wow. Five infections in three years? That's pretty serious." In my head I knew I was doomed as all trains on that platform was headed to Grand Street. Sigh... the B train arrived and he waited for me to pick a door to enter before he followed. The next three stops was completely information overload and completely TMI.
"Yeah. Five infections in three years." At this point... I was certain that he did have some hearing lost as he was screaming at me on the train and the two seated Russian ladies in front of us was staring at him then me repeatedly.
"Yeah. I only have a 5% hearing lost. My surgery was suppose to be at Mount Sinai Hospital... where I was born and circumcised. Ahahaa..."
As he said that, he waved his hands over his groin area and smiled. Needless to say, the Russian ladies are now covering their mouths and whispering to each other.
"I was going to get the surgery, I mean, hey, if they cut down there and whoa, I'm all fine... then you could assume that it'll be alright if they go into my ear, right? The surgery was going to cost twelve hundred dollars."
I just had to stop him before he started to describe how his penis looks like with a circumcision.
"So. Twelve hundred dollars is a lot of money to pay."
"Yeah. But my insurance was going to pay for everything. I didn't need to pay for anything. I have Medicare and Fidelis. I just didn't want to do the surgery because I told my doctor that I have a lot of gas sometimes and that I sometimes wet my pillow in the middle of the night because the gas just comes up. (I think he meant acid reflux disease which causes him to salivate and to drool stomach acid in his sleep. In any case... EWWWW...) I also have to take Pepcid AC all the time for it. The doctor said that because I have this gas condition, he would have to put a tube in my mouth during the surgery. I was like, 'No way! A tube in my mouth?' So I just decided that I wouldn't show up for the surgery and I called the doctor a few days later and said that I needed to reschedule the surgery. And it's true about all this that the doctor told me. I looked it all up on the computer. It's true these days that you can find anything on the computer. I even found a picture of what a hole looks like in your ear drum. It looks like a half moon. Nowadays I have to be very careful when I take a shower."
"I guess you have to put a cotton ball in it before you shower, uh?" DUMB question... I asked a very dumb question.
"Oh yeah! More than that. I have this thing that I have to squeeze and wrap a napkin on it and stick it in my ear."
As he was motioning to me how he "sticks" this thing into his ear, he pulls out a linty dirty shiny (from ear wax) yellow ear plug and starts rolling it between his fingers to show me how he uses it in his shower.
"Oh... of course I have to clean it first", as he smiled on. He was so animated and happy that I asked him something.
As the train pulled into Grand Street, I quickly said, "Hey. This is your stop." He didn't look out the window, but instead, looked at me and looked a little disappointed of having to get off. I didn't make eye contact with him, but then I said, "Good luck with the ear infection." He nodded and headed off the train as he said, "Shhh... I'm here to pick up some amoxcillin too other than the herbs". As he walked up the stairs, he looked at me with a small smile and waved good-bye. I nodded my geisha nod as part of my good escort manners and smiled back at him.
So... I missed out on "client 9", but picked up a "client 10" for the evening. Strangely enough... he was definitely not my type, but, he did have an easy going charm to him. I don't know where to place him in all this, but I think I would remember him for some time.
I guess we can all learn something from him... We can still live a happy life with a hole in our ear.
"Good luck 'client 10'... I still prefer having dinner with 'client 9' at some fancy restaurant, but hey... you made me laugh... and laughter is important. Thanks. BTW... a Canadian quarter is worth more than the American quarter now. You can toss those at the rats next time."
Around noon time I was waiting on line patiently for over an hour to send an Easter care package. I was bored out of my mind and that was when my "client 9" texted me and invited me to have dinner with him. I texted him back and things were set for 7:30pm... he was going to disclose the location when he decided and I waited patiently for hours... long story short... "client 9" sent an evite to me via email and I was simply waiting for a text message all day... needless to say, we didn't meet up for dinner and decided to meet up on another day. It was just an innocent misunderstanding. And to those that are wondering what type of person "client 9" is... he is a well dressed young man (custom dress shirts and all), makes very good money, and has a thing for quality prepared food. :) No. He wasn't paying for my escort services... I'm always free anyway. LOL... In any event, he's just someone special.
As I waited patiently on the 34th street train station to head home, that was when my escort aura attracted "client 10". An Irish man perhaps, short blond hair, slightly thinning on top, 5'9", 170ish lbs, late 30's, blue eyes, and always a constant smile.
He first caught my attention when he threw a Canadian quarter at a rat running across the tracks. *BING* "Ahaha....", he laughed next to me. "That was one of those Canadian quarters. It ain't worth much otherwise I wouldn't have thrown it. Hey... it's St. Patrick's Day... what's a quarter, right? Ahhaha..." I looked at him and just smiled and giggled a little like a geisha girl. You know, one of those giggles that kinda says, "Okay, alright. Whatever."
"I'm actually heading to Grand Street to get me some CHINESE food... and to get some herbs." He stressed the word "Chinese"... I could've sworn.
"Oh. Really? You like Chinese food, uh?"
"Yeah. I'm also going to see an herbalist for my ear. I have an infection in my ear because I have this tiny hole in my ear drums and I've gotten five infections in the past three years. I first got it checked out at St. Vincent's hospital and they said I needed surgery to close up the hole, but I was like, 'No. Cut open my ears? No way!' I only have a 5% hearing lost, so I'll deal with it."
I'm like... "Okay...", but I was being polite and my geisha escort services do require me to hold intelligent conversations. "Wow. Five infections in three years? That's pretty serious." In my head I knew I was doomed as all trains on that platform was headed to Grand Street. Sigh... the B train arrived and he waited for me to pick a door to enter before he followed. The next three stops was completely information overload and completely TMI.
"Yeah. Five infections in three years." At this point... I was certain that he did have some hearing lost as he was screaming at me on the train and the two seated Russian ladies in front of us was staring at him then me repeatedly.
"Yeah. I only have a 5% hearing lost. My surgery was suppose to be at Mount Sinai Hospital... where I was born and circumcised. Ahahaa..."
As he said that, he waved his hands over his groin area and smiled. Needless to say, the Russian ladies are now covering their mouths and whispering to each other.
"I was going to get the surgery, I mean, hey, if they cut down there and whoa, I'm all fine... then you could assume that it'll be alright if they go into my ear, right? The surgery was going to cost twelve hundred dollars."
I just had to stop him before he started to describe how his penis looks like with a circumcision.
"So. Twelve hundred dollars is a lot of money to pay."
"Yeah. But my insurance was going to pay for everything. I didn't need to pay for anything. I have Medicare and Fidelis. I just didn't want to do the surgery because I told my doctor that I have a lot of gas sometimes and that I sometimes wet my pillow in the middle of the night because the gas just comes up. (I think he meant acid reflux disease which causes him to salivate and to drool stomach acid in his sleep. In any case... EWWWW...) I also have to take Pepcid AC all the time for it. The doctor said that because I have this gas condition, he would have to put a tube in my mouth during the surgery. I was like, 'No way! A tube in my mouth?' So I just decided that I wouldn't show up for the surgery and I called the doctor a few days later and said that I needed to reschedule the surgery. And it's true about all this that the doctor told me. I looked it all up on the computer. It's true these days that you can find anything on the computer. I even found a picture of what a hole looks like in your ear drum. It looks like a half moon. Nowadays I have to be very careful when I take a shower."
"I guess you have to put a cotton ball in it before you shower, uh?" DUMB question... I asked a very dumb question.
"Oh yeah! More than that. I have this thing that I have to squeeze and wrap a napkin on it and stick it in my ear."
As he was motioning to me how he "sticks" this thing into his ear, he pulls out a linty dirty shiny (from ear wax) yellow ear plug and starts rolling it between his fingers to show me how he uses it in his shower.
"Oh... of course I have to clean it first", as he smiled on. He was so animated and happy that I asked him something.
As the train pulled into Grand Street, I quickly said, "Hey. This is your stop." He didn't look out the window, but instead, looked at me and looked a little disappointed of having to get off. I didn't make eye contact with him, but then I said, "Good luck with the ear infection." He nodded and headed off the train as he said, "Shhh... I'm here to pick up some amoxcillin too other than the herbs". As he walked up the stairs, he looked at me with a small smile and waved good-bye. I nodded my geisha nod as part of my good escort manners and smiled back at him.
So... I missed out on "client 9", but picked up a "client 10" for the evening. Strangely enough... he was definitely not my type, but, he did have an easy going charm to him. I don't know where to place him in all this, but I think I would remember him for some time.
I guess we can all learn something from him... We can still live a happy life with a hole in our ear.
"Good luck 'client 10'... I still prefer having dinner with 'client 9' at some fancy restaurant, but hey... you made me laugh... and laughter is important. Thanks. BTW... a Canadian quarter is worth more than the American quarter now. You can toss those at the rats next time."
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