“Cool, cool. I have vodka and I have orange juice. You can have one, the other, or both.”
“Freshly squeezed?”
“Fresh, plump New Jersey oranges ready to go, of course.”
She sat down on the bed.
“Perfect, I’ll have two parts clear, one part orange, please.”
More than just her or my appearance, something felt… tense. In a fun kind of way. In the past, there had, even despite the age similarities, always been a spiritual difference between me and my escorts. Human moments popped up, for sure, but it felt altogether like they had operated in a different realm. It is regrettable to say it felt like interacting with very advanced robots, but that kind of fits the feeling. In this case, with just a few words exchanged, it felt more like I was with someone I had known from high school, or on a legitimate first date. The face Karly had made at me when I said ‘awesome’ was the face you make when you catch someone slip from whatever role they were attempting to play, when they accidentally show you something vulnerable and precious inside them. Maybe this was all on my end, in my head, but I think the rest of the night will tell the story. Considering what I know now, it is worth putting to paper these feelings, and I hope they are all true.
Nick Denardi 