The guy knows my first name. He said it confidently. He spoke fluent English just like any university graduate who was into his mid-30s or early 40s. In my mind, I was thinking that this phone call might be the project I was waiting for (have a lot of unexpected pending projects kasi).
He was talking alien to me, giving details that made me really clueless. I was waiting for the right cue---film, screening, project---words that I knew I could comprehend but they were not coming out from his mouth. He then confirmed a price: P3,500. What?! Then he blurted out: Escort service. One night only. I was jolted. Me?! He suddenly felt that I was the wrong person. He then checked my name again. I said, “Yes, that’s correct.”
He suddenly became apologetic, saying that he saw my name and my cellphone listed at this escort service website. I even have a picture on it. He said the date I joined the network, etc. I was getting pissed with his explanations. I told him I was not familiar with the website and I don’t give my cellphone to people (that’s why my blog name has the word, PRIVATE because I love my privacy!)
At that moment, he was shrinking daw from embarrassment (Aside from his ego, I was hoping his p_n_s shrank permanently!) He is not like that daw. He was feeling really small with the way "things" were happening between us. But he was still confident that "we could be real friends." “Let’s start from the beginning. Let me introduce myself, blah blah…” He sounded desperate---really, really desperate to have a friend. How can I be friends with someone who seems to treat human beings so lowly? 3.5K is way too cheap for my company, haha.
How sad for this person to “pay” someone for company or for some quick casual sex. The word “relationship” is meaningless. There is no love. There is no joy or fulfillment in everyday existence. Life is empty. I would have wanted to enlighten him that life shouldn’t be that way. Life is so much fun especially when you are with the people you love! But on second thoughts, I remembered my parents’ reminder when I was kid: Don’t talk to strangers. Haha. Besides this was really a bad joke to my "me time" day.
With a kind rejection, I told him I am not the person he was looking for. There was a long silence. You can feel he was losing his battle. I said the kindest, “Bye,” hoping he wouldn’t get traumatize by my rejection. If this guy is willing to shed out thousands of money to have a female escort then his self-esteem must be down to the lowest level! What an unhappy, bleakful existence in this wonderful world. I have never "paid" anyone to be my friend. And I am so lucky I have the truest friends in this world who have been staying in my circle through thick or thin :)
I have lost my cellphone three times but I have always retained my old number. But in case the WORST caller rings me again, or new “customers” contact me for “bookings,” I have no choice but to change my number! And that number has been with me for more than a decade. Tsk, tsk, tsk…all because of this newfound “job” in escort service! LOL!
3.5K is way too cheap for this legs! I deserve a better deal. HAHA
