socialpirate

Last night friends got me to call a number asking for Amy as a dare. They had gotten the number off a club’s bathroom wall. Had no idea about it. Needless to say turned out to be an escort service. A guy answered and almost immediately started quoting rates for different services. I went from drunk to sober on less than 10 seconds. My first reaction was to fling the phone across the bar and smash open a bottle of Absolut. Luckily it was my friend’s new iPhone4 and not my phone. The phone instantly stopped working. The bartender did not care about the bottle and let it pass. I have now had a semi-conversation with a pimp. I brushed my teeth, took a shower and did laundry but still feel gross. Never in my life - no matter how crazy I live it - did I think that I would call an escort service and have rates read out to me.