I don’t know what it is about me, but I am irresistible to men of color and older white men. The Hispanic men love me, the Middle Eastern men love me, and the black men love me. Oh, I forgot hippies, they love me too. The older white dudes, like most white men, are hard to read. Sometimes they stare, hard, from across the way. Or they peek at me through a magazine or book. I suppose, they’re being discreet. Discretion is not at all what the other gentlemen practice. They are blatant and abruptly to their point. Which, in the end, their point is a compliment, I think. And, like the lady I am I accept graciously.
Today, such an abrupt moment happened. I was waiting to board the bus when an older (50-60) black man approached me. He said, “Thank you.” Remember I have my ear buds in, so I removed them and replied, “What’s that?” He repeated, “Thank you.” I said, “For what?” My suitor says, “For showing that figure off.” The only thing to say was, “Thank you.” Then he started in, it’s like they can’t contain their words. He told me I was the kind of woman that makes a man cheat. Again, your welcome and onto the bus I went.
This got me thinking about the other lines I’ve heard in the past. And I know this sort of thing happens to others. You know who you are, my fellow hookers. Ms. K is a prime example. We’ve been together and heard some things from dudes that is fucking ridiculous. I guess they think they’re complimenting us, or telling us about their “powers”, I don’t know. Maybe we have friendly faces or maybe its are boobies. No, it’s our friendly faces.
It’s been explained to me that men who are into me, are men who have had many women. You see, because they have so much experience they know what they want in a women, physically and sexually, that is. Again, I think these are compliments. At lease that’s how I’m going to take them. I have a feeling that when they think them in their head, they just don’t realize what it will sound like when it comes out. Or maybe these lines have worked on chicks before.
It all goes back to “getting in my pants” something my dad warned me about when I was ten. (I had all my “coming of age” talks early because I’m the youngest. My sister is three years older than I, and my parents were really overworked and tired. So killing two birds with one stone, or ruining two adolescents with one talk was preferred.)
Okay, so maybe I dress like a slut. Or have a face like a slut. I’ve been told on three occasions, by three different men, well one teenager and two men, that I have “dick sucking lips.” Okay, now that I’m writing this, I must look like a slut for guys to talk to me like that. Maybe it’s the pumps, maybe it’s the tight skirts or the red lips. Or maybe it’s the shirt that reads “I’m a slut and open for business.” In any case, I’m in good company and I’d rather be a slut than a bore.
So, I’ll continue to put some bass in my walk. Some of my heroes and fellow sluts…
In case you didn't know, this is Koko- the sign language gorilla- with Mr. Rogers. Both are my heroes.
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