The First Time I Was Treated Like I Was Dangerous by a Woman

The first time I dealt with this was in 1986. I was driving down the street in Century City in Los Angeles on a weekday. I have no idea why I was in LA in the middle of the day on a weekday because I’m working most of the time as a substitute teacher in LA Unified School District, where I taught school for years. This well-dressed office lady flags me down. I asked her why and she said

Oh I thought, damn he’s handsome, I think I want to go out with him. Maybe he can buy me lunch.

See? She’s already a wallet drain and we just met. I ended up having lunch with her on the Strip. She’s Black but she looks good. Turns out she was living on the East Coast working as a strip-o-gram girl and an escort. In other words a whore, a prostitute. These women are bad news even if they’re not whoring anymore. You know that old saying?

You can take the woman out of the whorehouse, but you can’t take the whorehouse out of the woman.

Bottom line is they’ve gotten in the habit of charging men for sex and livi…