The Oldest Profession
This occurred while Amy was visiting the USA for a few weeks and left me in Nicaragua to get into trouble.
I mentioned previously that women have at least one or two more senses than men. This perception and intuition came into play a few weeks after Amy left for the states.
Many of the most interesting things seem to happen to me when I walk the dog. Every day I walk the dog at around 5:00 AM and then again at 5:00 PM. One afternoon while doing so a young woman (now anyone under 50 is young) walks up to me and walks along with me. Amy had been gone for several weeks so any female companionship was welcome and the dog was there to protect me. We talked about everything and anything.
While I am quite handsome for my age I do know that women 35 years younger are probably not attracted to my good looks. Yes, she was a pro and I knew it but I give credit to anyone that learns to speak English and we were just talking. Eventually she figured out I lived in the large green colonial on the corner and she wanted to come in with me. I mentally reviewed the rules that Amy had left behind and I was sure that allowing a prostitute in the house was probably breaking at least two of them. Her rules had been loosely predicated on the ten commandants.
So we sat on the curb, bought some ice cream from the passing Eskimo man and just talked. This is when the heightened senses of women came into play though later I found out that Amy had asked several neighbors to watch out for me. Suddenly on the curb with us were several of my female neighbors. I thought this was interesting to be sitting here with four or five women on the curb in front of my house. One was a prostitute but I was not aware of motives for the rest of them. At odd moments like this you have strange thoughts like “To be courteous, should I buy an ice cream bar for everyone?” Being a gentleman I bought an ice cream bar for everyone so the ice cream man was having a good day. I was at a loss at where this conversation would go.
Finally, one of my neighbors grabbed my arm and led me away then whispered that the woman with me was a prostitute. She seemed shocked when I told her I was quite aware of the career choice of my acquaintance. They must really think gringos are stupid though I did appreciate their concern. We went back to the curb but the group was growing and eventually some of my neighbors made unflattering remarks to the young woman. I really did not want this to get out of hand and I wasn’t sure I had enough money for too many more ice cream bars.
Eventually they asked her to go away and told her I was happily married. Our neighbors here are really very nice and guaranteed that my virtue would stay intact. I was quite able to protect myself but it is nice to have concerned neighbors. I’m sure they all went home and told their families how they protected the naïve gringo from the evil forces roaming the streets of Granada.
I mentioned previously that women have at least one or two more senses than men. This perception and intuition came into play a few weeks after Amy left for the states.
Many of the most interesting things seem to happen to me when I walk the dog. Every day I walk the dog at around 5:00 AM and then again at 5:00 PM. One afternoon while doing so a young woman (now anyone under 50 is young) walks up to me and walks along with me. Amy had been gone for several weeks so any female companionship was welcome and the dog was there to protect me. We talked about everything and anything.
While I am quite handsome for my age I do know that women 35 years younger are probably not attracted to my good looks. Yes, she was a pro and I knew it but I give credit to anyone that learns to speak English and we were just talking. Eventually she figured out I lived in the large green colonial on the corner and she wanted to come in with me. I mentally reviewed the rules that Amy had left behind and I was sure that allowing a prostitute in the house was probably breaking at least two of them. Her rules had been loosely predicated on the ten commandants.
So we sat on the curb, bought some ice cream from the passing Eskimo man and just talked. This is when the heightened senses of women came into play though later I found out that Amy had asked several neighbors to watch out for me. Suddenly on the curb with us were several of my female neighbors. I thought this was interesting to be sitting here with four or five women on the curb in front of my house. One was a prostitute but I was not aware of motives for the rest of them. At odd moments like this you have strange thoughts like “To be courteous, should I buy an ice cream bar for everyone?” Being a gentleman I bought an ice cream bar for everyone so the ice cream man was having a good day. I was at a loss at where this conversation would go.
Finally, one of my neighbors grabbed my arm and led me away then whispered that the woman with me was a prostitute. She seemed shocked when I told her I was quite aware of the career choice of my acquaintance. They must really think gringos are stupid though I did appreciate their concern. We went back to the curb but the group was growing and eventually some of my neighbors made unflattering remarks to the young woman. I really did not want this to get out of hand and I wasn’t sure I had enough money for too many more ice cream bars.
Eventually they asked her to go away and told her I was happily married. Our neighbors here are really very nice and guaranteed that my virtue would stay intact. I was quite able to protect myself but it is nice to have concerned neighbors. I’m sure they all went home and told their families how they protected the naïve gringo from the evil forces roaming the streets of Granada.
