"Prudish Behavior"

 

A prostitute walked in front of my car while I was stopped, second in line, at a light, the other evening. I guess that's why they call them 'streetwalkers'. At first, I thought-- I shouldn't judge her like that. Maybe she was just a drunk jaywalking dancer who had just got off work. But she looked directly at me with a huge exaggerated smile, too much makeup, and those 'come hither', or 'just let me into your front seat' eyes. Plus, the top of her dress was unbuttoned and half falling off. She had just come out of a strip club on the other side of the street, so maybe that was her professional way of saying: "Hi. How are you? Do you have some money for me?" Maybe she was just an undertipped pole dancer. I returned her smile with a half-assed one of my own. Just a brief flexing of those smile muscles, returning quickly to a 'not interested' or 'I can't afford you', or 'I've already had gonorrhea four times. Thanks, anyway.' expression.

Finally, the light turned green.

The one on the stoplight, I mean.

Or maybe, I'm just a prude.

 

B. Kite -- 4/23/2023

 

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