Divisions and Precisions

What WOULD I do for money...?

Write Club was kinda doomed from the start tonight: there were no tables open at Borders, there were no tables open at Starbucks. Finally we drove off an old man and his grandson and managed to get a table at Barnes and Noble. Got a little writing done, but then we were all hungry, so we went to Denny's.

The conversation wandered, as conversations with Julie and Mer often do. Turns out, Julie'd gotten her hair cut today, but we hadn't noticed because she was wearing it back.

Mer: Hey, you should have sold it! (looks at me) That's what you could do! You should sell your hair!
Me: Dude. I'd sell my car before I'd sell my hair.
Julie: And you say you're not a girly-girl.

Things moved here into a discussion of my hair vanity, which I fully admit. Then I confessed that I'd actually looked at a couple of ads advertising for "telephone actresses". Once again, Mer was totally for it. "Phone sex! It'd be just like roleplaying!"

I'm still thinking about it. I mean, I'm pretty sure it's a job I could do. The only question would be whether or not I could do it without messing myself up emotionally. I know that if I were getting paid for it, it's not like I could get off on it or anything. I know there are a lot of sickos out there, and I'd have to deal with them. But it's also something that pays pretty damn well, and the idea of sitting in my apartment talking on the phone beats the hell out of working retail.

So, could I do it? Would I guilt myself to death? Would I feel like a whore? Would I be a whore? I don't know. I do know that the money stress is starting to make me crazy, and I know that as wiped out as I've been with just school and my work study job, working an extra 10-15 hours of retail on top of that is going to kill me.

I don't know. Panting into a phone is starting to sound like a pretty good gig.