An inside peek:
There is a small but persistent group of men who have no intention of ever doing a phonesex call, yet harass PSOs consistently. I find it underhanded and distasteful, but, since I went solo and began my firsthand experience with the underbelly of the adult industry, I’ve had to deal with it.
We call them wankers. And, actually, I deal with it (them) by not dealing with it (them). Let me explain. The typical wanker’s modus operandi follows two predictable, boring paths:
Vacuous Emails: Emails are nice. If they are honest and sincere, they are more than welcome. Unfortunately, wanker-types are morally inept and usually pretty fucking dumb. Their unoriginal and uninspired missives always trip a seasoned PSO’s wank-dar and she quickly utilizes the PSO’s must-have computer accessory, the delete key. There are basically two protypes.
Email Prototype A is a lengthy epistle–sometimes pages–describing their perfect fantasy. Leaving nothing to chance, they describe such essentials as hair color, nail length, time of day, number of candles (lit and non-lit), breast size….zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I used to write these guys back, asking, “What do you need me for?â€Â Now I don’t even bother. Oh, and to the wankers out there reading this: Yes, we talk. And we do know that you copy, paste and email that lame-ass crap out over and over and over again. We’re not impressed. And you are not only not as original as you think you are, but are downright lazy. Does your boss know what you are doing all day long on his dime?
Email Prototype B is even creepier, as it’s presented as a sort of Publisher’s Clearing House contest, the potential caller (hold me back) being the “grand prize.†It goes something like this: I am looking for that special girl to do XYZ fantasy. Please write back, describing what you would do. If we click, I will call you and you will make lots of money. I think you can figure out what he plans to pull out and play with, should some naive newbie actually respond.
Badgering a PSO with Instant Messages: Of course, one could argue that a PSO hanging out in chat rooms to snare a client sets herself up for such harassment. Personally, I don’t do chat rooms. I find the level of lizardry there intolerable. And, quite frankly, I have better things with which to occupy myself. Regardless, the gal in the chat room is there to do business.
Said wanker abuses her time with false inferences to chalking up some phone conversation with her. In actuality, this wanker is so tight that he squeaks when he walks. In his everyday life, you can bet he never buys a girlfriend flowers and doesn’t know a lick about foreplay. Yes, I said a lick.
And then there are the good guys. And they are the reason I am still here.
