A few simple emails, text messages, and uploaded photographs later, I had three dates for coffee.
The first was a no brainer. Some guy offered me $250 in cash just to have coffee with him. Feeling a bit like a kid being led into an alley for a glimpse of something really neat, I kept the possibility that the man was an axe murderer close at hand. He gave me the money up front, which was actually really neat. Then we talked about his property in the Caribbean. I smiled, nodded, batted my eyelashes a bit to throw him off; meanwhile I was thinking yeah if we go down there together I will definitely end up in little pieces. I mean, there’s a 95% chance this guy just wants to cheat on his wife. But as we had our coffee and I half-listened to him talk about what he does and what he owns and what he wants, I started to create rules for myself in this kind of situation:
1) No married men. I am not going to involve people (a wife, kids) that could be hurt by a situation like this.
2) I don’t want to work with someone who wants to “take care of” me. I can take care of myself. When money is given in exchange for something–companionship, sex, what have you–you’re working, honey.
Second guy. Another cup of Joe. This guy seemed sleazy, and his shirt was too tight. Regardless, (I hate my tendency to people-please) I agreed to meet him that very same night for a drink. Which led to a kiss. I’ll not be seeing him again.
3) I need to be at least slightly attracted to him. I’m not that good of an actress.
Third time’s the charm. Or so they say. If this one’s an axe murderer, he’s a fairly cute Ivy-League educated one, with a very young and nervous sensibility about him (despite being in his mid-forties at least). He actually seemed slightly depressed. I hope I can offer him the companionship he wants, although I think it’s pretty naive of him to think some girl he’s paying to be his girlfriend will lead to love. Stranger things have happened, though.
I think I’m seeing him again this weekend, so we’ll see. I’m actually sort of looking forward to it…nothing wrong with doing work you enjoy. (But who knew I’d ever in a million years say that??)