Drive-by hookers on Madison Ave.

Was it a Town Car? Then it would probably be a borrowed car service car. That would make sense since it is normal to chat with your driver before getting into your car, since they all look alike. Sometimes the drivers try to pick up extra rides between jobs.

Maybe she just wanted to drive you to the fun areas of town, like the Lower East Side, the Meatpacking District, etc. and point them out to you and say "See? Those people are having a good time. That's what it looks like." I really think you are jumping to conclusions. Why are men always doing that?

"sportsbeagleship"

I guess I know which route I'm taking home tonight...

Then again (trying...but...can't...shed...cynical...Man-man...hat!), maybe she thought you were a gigolo?

maybe she thought you were a gigolo?

*cue "Everybody's Talkin'"*

I shrugged. "I don't have any money," I said.
"You couldn't go to a bank and get some?" she asked, a little plaintive.

I have picked up illegal rides from car services when it was raining and impossible to catch a taxi. On the way, the driver chatted with me pleasantly and suggested some nice dance clubs and gave his opinions on the clubs I frequented and also on the requisites for entry. At the end he gave me his phone number and having some sort of "time" together may have been proposed but the fact that I paid for my ride did not make him a gigolo!

And men wonder why women never approach men in bars . . .

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You are never, ever, ever getting a ride from me.

... or that any professional driver would have better sense than to use the Every Movie With A Depressed Guy Walking Through Downtown When A Hooker Asks Him If He Wants A Date And He Says No So We Know It's The Love He Wants Not The Sex dialogue.

I'm still assuming felicity isn't serious.

well you may at least see how far you can take things. you probably shouldnt shove your wang in her face straight away though, it didnt work out so well that one.

I don't know if Felicity's serious either, but I've been solicited by car services before too. This was different. Really. And I don't mean to belittle the woman in the Lincoln. Even though the interaction amused me a little, I also felt kinda bad for her. It can't be any fun to drive around town trying to convince men to pay you for "a good time."

(The other, less generous thing I wondered after she drove off is where exactly we would have gone if I'd gotten in the car. I interviewed a former prostitute once who told me how she would sometimes solicit guys and take them down an alley where her boyfriend and some other guys would jump the john, beat him up and take his wallet.)

Do we ever really know anybody? Maybe this woman was just lonely. I know it doesn't take much imagination. Just imagination of a particular kind.

my reaction was: OH MY I CAN'T BELIEVE SOMEONE FUNDED YOU TO MAKE THIS FILM, YOU LUCKY SHIT, YOUR JUST AN AVERAGE PERVE LIKE THE REST OF US, YET YOU GET TO SCREW HER AND LOOK LIKE AN ARTY INTELLECTUAL.

One of my friends interviewed a prostitute for a story about, duh, prostitution. The girl he picked up was really happy just to talk, as long as he paid for her time. He told her he needed a receipt for the accounting dept., so she took a piece of notebook paper, wrote "$20" on it and gave it a big lipstick kiss. I'm pretty sure he still has it (although he did submit it for reimbursement).

Don't you have to pay upfront?

Sounds quite similar to what I do for a living.

That will be $300.

xxfelicity

waiting for the bus to Red Hook, every other car honked at me (because they were car services. i'm assuming.). does this phenomenon exist everywhere in the outer boroughs?

Maybe they just want Sam to show them her sights, so to speak.

ok this happened again the other night. actually it's happened a few more times -- all within about a 6-block radius of bloomingdales. i guess that's where to go to get drive-by solicitations. this was on 59th between lex and 3rd, right next to bloomingdales. i had my ipod on, so it took a second to become aware of someone hailing me from my right. i looked over and saw a woman with blond hair leaning out the driver's window of a small red van with jersey plates. there was another woman in the passenger's seat, both young, pretty. i thought they needed directions or something. i pulled my headphones off in time to hear her say, "hey, you should give us a call sometime. we're fun girls!" then she pressed a blank business card with a handwritten name and phone number on it into my hand, and the van took off. the name on the card was angela. it was a 202 phone number. maybe they work the whole eastern corridor.

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Happy Valentine's. Does anyone need a lift?

That's OK, I'm married.

i have no parts that purr

Check your manifold.