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My room-mate and I had seen the ad. Actually, I'm the one who showed it to her. Look! 70$ an hour to become an escort!
I remember the discussion. I remember talking about ball-rooms and operas. I remember us taking the word escort literally as we thought about how it would pay our rent.
Then, many doors to knock on in as many motels. The fear of being rejected by what stood on the other side, and fired from the agency.
Mika, my room-mate, was a model; 5'10, perfect slim body, blonde, big-breasted. I: 5'3, 125lbs, boring-brown haired, small breasted girl.
Mika's description was easier to sell over the phone.
I can't get rejected because I needed my boss to be pleased with me and not give up on selling me.
Why does that not make any sense?
A financial justification. A lie.
Maybe rejection would stop being a trigger if I stopped thinking of my life as somehow depending on whether a guy finds me sufficiently attractive to sleep with me. Just a thought.
And another one: succeeding at sleeping with men you never wanted to sleep with in the first place speaks more about their unattractiveness than your attractiveness. You're a lot more than a body.