What
ASSC Has Done For Me JonFrum 11/29/01 Time:
Some time in the previous millennium. Place:
Whitehall Trailer Park, somewhere in The South. McGuffin
goes online, checks his mail. Message with ASSC heading, not uncommon in those days. This
one is a bit different from the usual ASSCer/lurker message. Her -
"I'm an escort, and one of my regulars told me to read ASSC. I just wanted you to
know that I really enjoyed your posts, etc." Me -
"Gee, thanks, etc." Her -
"That's really interesting, would you like to see a picture of me?" Me -
"Ummm... sure". Her -
"I'll be in town next weekend - would you like to get together?" Me -
"Ummm... sure". Arrangements
are made, we meet at her hotel. Talk, lunch, a swim in the pool. She went to a sex club
with some business man last night - always wondered about those places. Nice afternoon.
It's time to leave. Her -
"Would you like me to take care of you before you go"? Me -
"Ummm... sure". The
next day, we go to the museum to see the Egypt exhibit. Nice person, good time. A few
months later: McGuffin
gets another email. Her -
"Hi. I used to work in that club you reviewed. It used to be better when I was there,
but you're right, it's gone down hill. What do you do when you're not in titty bars?" Me -
"Blah, blah, blah..." Her -
"That's so cool - I'd love to learn salsa dancing. Will you teach me"? Me -
"Ummm... sure". We
meet in Atlanta, go from club to club doing the Latin scene. It's getting late, she says
"I know a place, if you're interested..." Me -
"Ummm... sure". Now I
know about those places. Thank
you, ASSC. Jon
Frum - the pervert formerly known as McGuffin. |