It was an interesting job, and an enlightening one.
I've recently read some articles about how some men are seeing hookers for "emotional fulfillment." I knew that 25 years ago, when I found many of the men didn't have any sort of sexual contact with the girls. They sometimes took them on dates and sometimes stayed home and watched movies. That astonished me, that a man would pay a girl $100 to keep him company for two hours.
In sad fact, some of the guys wanted to see the girls again just for those reasons - emotional fulfillment.
I've been an antenna my entire life. Since I was about six, really. Had I thought about it - and I did a bit - I would have realized that men paying women for some sort of brief emotional connection presaged some big problems later on. Which it has. Sex is not the problem - being driven nuts by being alone is.
One of the worst things to do to a prisoner is solitary confinement, with no human contact. Because of what I experienced, I can guarantee you these guys have some sick sexual fantasies.
There was also married men - and there weren't that many - who saw the girls on business trips. It made me wonder what their home life was like. I figured, not too good, because the guys always called for the same girl. Emotionally connected to her in some way, you might say.
Other men were the type who couldn't get any girl because of some physical defect, and those were the ones who had been ostracized for so long they had gotten sexually weird and wanted to humiliate the girls. Revenge - power, domination and control. Sort of a hate. I saw a girl come out of his house and then start crying.
I only did it for three months, I think, and after that I was so sickened I quit. I wasn't so much sickened by the guys but the girls. Whores are a weird, weird bunch, and none of them are very smart and none of them have hearts of gold. I thought they were mentally ill, more than anything else.
I mean, what kind of girl becomes a whore at 15? I have seen that.
The guys I met who paid for the girls to keep them company weren't bad-looking at all. I guess, for some unknown reason, they couldn't find a woman, so instead of sitting alone on a Saturday night they decided to call Rent-a-Woman. Better two hours of company than staring at a TV screen by yourself.
I have found this loneliness affects women who have hit the Wall, only they oftentimes turn into hostile, hateful shrikes. It never occurs to them they are experiencing what many men experienced when younger.