A reader IM'd me yesterday in response to my hooker post and was wondering if perhaps I was romanticising the whole idea of paying for sex. Somehow I think I sidestepped the question (not intentionally), but I got to thinking about it again later in the evening, and I realized that there WAS a certain romanticism going through my mind that night when I saw the girl on the street. But it wasn't about sex. In fact, I don't think sex even crossed my mind, if you can believe that.

You see...I'm constantly wondering if there is some girl out there who is truly the "right" one. A girl I can talk to openly and honestly. A girl who likes hanging out with me. A girl who really wants me in the way that Kayten mentioned at the end of this post. A girl who, more than likely, doesn't really exist in the fanciful way that I imagine her.

But even so, every time I see a girl with a pretty face or a friendly smile or a thoughtful gesture aimed at me, my mind seems to consider, if only for a fleeting moment, whether she might be that girl. And so that's what happened on the street Saturday night when I saw the hooker and she smiled and waved at me. For a split second the romantic part of my mind shoved it's way in with some crazy notion that I could pay to spend some time with her and during that time we'd realize that we were made for each other.

Thankfully, the practical part of my mind wasn't far behind, and, realizing the absurdity of my initial reaction, I pulled back into traffic and headed home.