How I got tied up into it all is really besides the point. I had just returned from Harring's place and planned on a long night of sitting in my apartment and playing video games. Cut to an hour later when I was traveling to the West Village and preparing for my departure to Connecticut.
IGUANA: So I'm going to the same place in the Village. Your boss's apartment?We traveled up and I kept him company. I brought up Harring and in a funny turn of events. The Escort and Harring were involved, apparently right before I met Harring. What is this small world in which we live?
ESCORT: You've been here? When?
IGUANA: Some time in July, I think. We fucked twice and watched Nashville.
ESCORT: I remember Nashville.
IGUANA: Ha!
ESCORT: Oh, wait I remember you too.
IGUANA: Yea, sure. Doesn't matter.
I didn't realize the door I opened in that one. Harring had mentioned they had dated and it hadn't ended nicely. The Escort told me his side of the story, as only a bitchy prostitute can.
"I'm just saying. YOU are very mature for 23."
We arrived to the cabin. Yes, I was spending a night in Connecticut! It wasn't Fenwick, but it would do. This place is The Escort's business partner/lover/pimp/father. It's a wonderful and interesting relationship.
I have heard about Bob. Yes, his name is Bob! He owns the house and according to The Escort's time frame in the stories he tells, Bob is about 738-years-old. Though he looks about sixty in physical appearances. He has lived through decades of drugs, sex, happiness, sadness, AIDS and death. He has amassed an unknown fortune and decided that this boy be his heir.
We arrived to the house, this is the house that The Escort built. It seems Bob has grown weary of The Escort though. He has now demoted The Escort from working at his Magazine to keeping house.
I like The Escort, now that I've taken the time to get to know him. I see the humanity he possesses. It's hidden beneath a thick layer of indifference. It's nice to view that on occasion. He is just as lost as the rest and I don't necessarily feel comfortable in knowing that.
(Waking up in the morning, they shared a bed, but have kept to their sides.)It was a humorous scene to be sure. We spent the day fixing up the house, that Bob pays him $1200- a month to do. He needs to pay for materials I assume, but still that's not a bad job.
ESCORT: Morning.
IGUANA (Yawning): Morn--ing
ESCORT: I'm hard.
IGUANA: That's nice.
ESCORT: I'm gonna jerk-off.
IGUANA: Good to know.
ESCORT: Or you could just sit on it.
IGUANA: I'll keep that in mind. Good luck.
ESCORT: Oh, yes! You're with Harring!
IGUANA: Exactly. (Smirks.)
ESCORT: Well, we've all been with each other. You've been with Harring. I've been with you.
IGUANA: And you have been with Harring. I know! It's less weird when the two of you don't dislike each other. Sorry.
The night was spent watching videos he took of his trip to Europe with Bob. That night, while we slept away from each other, I dreamt of slide shows about Escorts and their old Johns. He wanted the company, his life was getting to hectic. Bob didn't pay him enough and he felt lost. I was there to help him smile and forget life. It was an ironic role I was playing, but I think I did fine. He made me laugh in return and I enjoyed that he wasn't be insincere anymore.
We discussed the jobs he could get. Part time of course, so he could continue hooking. Apparently, the life of an escort is one that boarders on hospitality. They see so many hotels, they get a natural glow whenever they enter one. The Escort wants to work at a front desk of a hotel. That is his ambition for now, while he gets his degree in Interior Design.
Do you see the beauty and sadness of it all? He showed me the front elevations he did of his kitchen, on graph paper. I smile because he seems so determined and I like that!
It was an unwanted diversion, but my trip to Connecticut was a fun little surprise. One of those journey's that comes about rarely. You jump down the rabbit hole and find out a little more than you figured you would.
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