Hustler

June 04

After a long day at the gym and mall-ing (window shopping, coffee and
watching two movies) the last thing I was expecting was to be approached by
a male hustler - an escort. I've been having dinner at Shakey's Pizza
Festival mall when I noticed this guy who kept looking at me from the
outside (Shakey's has been renovated into this open area wherein the people
inside can clearly see outside and vice versa). Anyway, I noticed the guy
was standing there lifting his jolibee cup and raising his eyebrows to
catch my attention. I immediately tagged hi for an escort as I've been
taught by the glen people on how to notice such. I ignored the guy as much
as I can until I was finished with my meal. The last thing I wanted was to
mistake any recognition as an invitation to dinner. I did occasionally
looked up to see if he was still there and if he was as good looking as
when I first glanced at him. After my meal, I quickly went to the
restaurant's washroom to hide all my money in a safe place just in case.

Once out of the pizza place, I headed for the other direction the guy was
located. He quickly dogged my steps. Curiosity got the better of me and I
decided to investigate. I stopped over at the balcony overlooking the
mall's activity place and waited. As expected, he stepped beside me and
without much further ado asked me for the time. I gave it to him and he
quickly introduced himself as Alex. I gave him a pseudo name and he made
small talk. Within minutes though he was saying that he wanted to say
something and was awkward about it. I aid, I had no idea what he was
talking about and would be open minded enough to take whatever he had to
say at face value.

He then asked if I had experience with another man. Playing coy I said I
did, once before. He continued asking if I wanted to repeat the
experience. He said he was more than willing to do whatever I wanted - for
a price. I guess I got insulted and tired of playing at that time and
started making excuses as that I lived far (which he said he could easily
travel to) or that I was tired from the gym (to which he said he was more
than able to make up for and do all the work). Bottom line I walked out.

So what did I get from the experience? A first hand experience of the
flesh trade. I honestly would have wanted to become friends him. To learn
more about him. I did feel kind of sad and insulted that he marked me for
a target. Was it possible of that in some level I was sending out to the
world the fact that I was sad and lonely? Or is it more possible that I
was just too gay and easily spotted. If that may be true, should I do
something about it? Who does the Fairy GodMother turn to when he has
questions? Paris offered to talk about it, but I don't think I'm ready to.