It's a case for intelligent design, perhaps not design, but I wrote something so I'm posting it...
...Last night Lu and I saw a hooker meet her john at the bar in the Pasadena Islands restaurant. A sad and stunning, tiny waif of a painted up SE Asian girl, she showed up without emotion ordered a whiskey, "Anything but Jack Daniels" she said in a heavy accent that was so Asiatic it almost sounded Russian.
She then made a phone call to a man, said she was at Islands and was waiting, said she wasn't feeling great. After receiving a pimps pep talk she sighed, hung up the phone and downed the rest of her Segrams shot.
About 5-10 minutes later a nerdy once attractive middle aged white guy showed, and awkwardly introduced himself. There was an instant language barrier and she was very clearly uninterested in him physically, so the money was going to have to be the motivation. He tried to make small talk, telling her 15 seconds into the conversation that he was "scouting locations" for a new _____ film ( I didn't quite catch the name that was dropped.... but some shit got dropped). It was a line that might have worked when he was 22, fresh faced and less jaded, less full of shit, less motivated by ego and more motivated by a youthfully innocent need to just get laid.
"What do you eat?" ... he asks. Speaking like a tourist from some red state who doesn't comprehend that speaking louder and slower is a sure fire way to get ignored, not understood.
"What do you eat... nnoorrmmaallyy...?" he says again, slowing even more in the hope that the look of disgust and confusion on her face is merely because she doesn't comprehend the words.
But she understands fine, and has now gone into defense mode... essentially thinking, "the only way I'm getting out of here tonight with my dignity, is to pretend I can't speak a lick of english." I've seen this defense before, it's the same thing that happened when my car was hit by an uninsured undocumented latino gentleman, he spoke english for a full 5 seconds after the accident, and when he realized it was his fault, he forgot any previous knowledge of english real fast.
"You're so beautiful"... the graying location scout says... she thanks him, and musters a fake smile outwardly, as her insides recoil in discomfort and her body language can't help but reflect that. She begins to tap the table, clearly through with him, ready to leave, ready to get this over with... ready to perform whatever prearranged act for whatever prearranged price.
At this point we were late for our movie, so after paying the bill we get up and leave. As I leave I make eye contact with both of them one last time, stealing a look at the awkward couple I have been eavesdropping on for the last 5 minutes. She looks like a hostage, and he looks like a kid who is doing something wrong and desperately trying not to seem nervous.
We make it to the front door of the restaurant and Lu and I look at each other simultaneously...
"Did we just see a hooker meeting a John"???? Yea... we totally did.
