Are you lonely? Come tell me what I can do to make it better for you!

I was thinking of running an advertisement like this and have lonely gals send $1 to meet me, but then I would only be disappointed that no money was coming in. There must be some way for me to cash in on my body! I gave up on the medical experiments and plasma donations!
When I was younger, I met this French woman back in Dallas who was building a private cabaret for women and wanted me to be one of the erotic dancers, I poo-pooed the idea at first! However, these old wealthy ladies could barely see in the dim light of the club and the money came and came and came, I was doing so good she said in her thick accent, "Jerry, you will always please the woman. You know what the woman wants. You make her beg, then give it to her!"

Well, the conditions need to be right for me to make money this way on a private basis. There needs to be proper music playing. There needs to be very dim lighting in the room. And there needs to be some great wine laced with Rohypnol. Then I can deliver the goods and collect the cash! But let's be honest for a second, I'm not all about being a whore, I have feelings, too! I want to please! I want to be loved! I want to be held! But baby's got bills and some mommy needs to help me out, cause a good time doesn't come cheap. I bring the show and what a show it is!
I'll climb up on a table, maybe a sturdy nightstand next to the old lady's bed, do my suggestive poses, remove my garments, shake my "boy business" all the while she's below me looking up at my strong muscular frame, thinking that soon I will sweep her up in my thick arms and press my hot well endowed body against hers, tear her clothes free of her flesh and as she's imagining what's about to come, the Rohypnol kicks in and she collapses to the bed! I give her what she needs, because she's old and tired! She needs her rest!

It's not just old ladies that seem to dig what I got hiding, either. Had a college student in a cafe ask me, "Has anyone ever said you look a lot like Jason Hawes from Ghost Hunters?" irritated by the constant comparison, I sighed and replied, "I don't see it at all and I hate that people think I look like him!"
Then she turned it all around with, "Oh, I think he's one sexy guy!"

I wish I could think of a blog post here that would inspire you to comment, to write me, make you laugh out loud, make you feel good, arouse you, make you think, make you wish you were mine, imagine for a moment that I did just that! Close your eyes and think about how wonderful the world is with us in it right now at this very moment and how our lives are better because we know each other! Can you really read with your eyes closed?
Thanks,
Jerry

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