listening

There are times at night when I miss the sex industry. The constant movement between people and places. Houses, condos, hotels, and offices. Each appointment was another opportunity to be a different person. A college student, a stripper, a porn star, an actress. It didn’t matter. Smart, intelligent, exotic or all American. As long as I was able to stick to the story no one asked any differently. Sure you’d have the occasional client who “wants to know the real you”. Saying anything they can to get you to believe that they are different. That they really care. That Richard Gere and Julia Roberts really do live happily ever after.

In the end it doesn’t matter. What’s most important is being able to key in on what kind of girl they are looking for. The kind of girl that they’re willing to spend the most money on.

Every guy has that girl that they cherish and tonight, if you want to make a good amount of money, you have to figure out who that girl is.

The skill that gets you the most money is being able to listen. This doesn’t just mean nodding your head and smiling, no. You do need to be able to do that but you also need to listen with your head. He says he likes baseball does he? Well, don’t sit there and start naming of all the best hitters, no. Make him feel like he’s the only one who knows what baseball is. Is he shy? Maybe you need to bring up a subject that he likes. Compliment him. All the ridiculous things that girls that told they’re not supposed to be – do it.

This fake listening was also easy for me. I would place a mysterious smile on my face while I went to work on his body. Creating a rhythm in tuned with the cadence in his voice. Subtle yet soothing breaths of agreement.

See, easy. The irony is now that I am out of the sex industry, working a normal 9-5 job, I find that no one wants to listen. Everyone is out to here themselves whether they’re right or wrong it doesn’t matter as long as they can hear their voices. There is little need or want for subtly. Only loud abrasive sounds crashing into one another like a thunderstorm in the summer.

These same people are the clients who desperately need to have someone listen to them. And sometimes they just want to listen to you, their cherished item of escape. There is no need for loud abrasive sounds of nonsensical meanings. Only breathy agreements or nods of understanding.