What Whore Moans Look Like...

Walked down to the sushi shop on the corner, felt pretty.

On the way there, a man rolls by slowly in a Caddy, driving through the parking lot adjacent to the sidewalk.

"Hey there, baby, I saw you doing your thing."

My thing was listening to music while I walked. Maybe I byounced a little at the traffic light; wasn't paying attention... B'youncie was playing... who knows?

Evidently, I didn't act like a hooker would. He picked up on that pretty quick. Most of the black guys who have been into me seemed quite adept at social cues. I have to admit, based on my small sample size, they ooze confidence and style in a way the other boys don't. It's pretty sexy.

Anyway, I let him know I was just meeting a friend for Sushi (I lied) and he was content to just watch me walk away before pulling out of the parking lot.

Now at the local headshop, where I went on my first day here in Vegas, and many times since, the local shopkeep is amazed I didn't find a man to stay with out here. He literally can't believe it! I guess I passed to him way back then and still now. This surprised me as it's very, very bright inside his store and I've spent hours in there. He actually asks the next customer who enters (a cute young man) if he wants to come party tonight with me, but not before telling me that the going rate for in-call sex services are around $100. Is he a pimp-wanna-be?

Of course I could have found a man and a place... but that's the trap of Vegas and I wasn't about to fall into it! Seems a lot of people here are looking for someone to take care of them, either by winning money from the casino or finding a sugar daddy. The sad part is that the casinos are actually kinder than the men. The casinos just take your money, the men take your self-respect.

On the way home, a Mexican in a bright red truck actually u-turned and wanted to give me a 'ride' home. A little drunk on sake (the fermented rice beverage, not raw salmon), I humor the boy. There's no way I'm getting into his truck, but let's see where this goes.

Awkward. At least he knows what he wants. I reassure him that I live on the block and I was looking forward to walking off a bit of dinner, and head on my way.

Sweet. I'm ready for New York!

PS- the book is for women going through menopause, not M2F...