The Oldest Profession
Posted on | August 12, 2009 | No Comments

I love it when I help Betty play the dating game, even though I no longer play the field. Once a playa always a playa.
“So did he pay for dinner?” I ask.
“He tried, but I wouldn’t let him,” says Betty.
“What, Betty, you have to let the guy wine and dine you, and open your car door,” I say.
“No way!” says Betty. “If I let him buy me dinner, then I have to return the favor by having sex with him.”
“What?” I ask. “Betty, are you a prostitute now? You’ve been watching Pretty Woman, again, haven’t you?”
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