I met a fascinating guy the other day. (God, I love Seattle!) He’s a phone sex operator. He pretends to be a woman for unsuspecting male clients.
I don’t know him well enough to ask what it must be like to live that lie to make money. I’m not judging. I’m just extremely curious. What does he say? What’s his routine?
Come to think of it, all phone sex operators are living that same lie, regardless of gender. They’re pretending to be turned on by a total stranger. They’re feigning sexual arousal for hours on end. They’re actors. It’s a living.
I wonder how many of them enjoy their work. There’s a whole lot to be said for having a telecommuting job with a flexible schedule. I have no idea how good the money is. I suppose that over time you build up a client base.
But it must be exhausting to have to leave your heart and soul on a shelf somewhere every work day. It must take energy to dive headlong into that torrent of raw loneliness. I think that at the end of the day I’d feel as if something had been taken from me.
When all is said and done, though, I must admit that I admire people who get creative in order to survive. And this guy is fulfilling a need. He’s providing a service. He’s also pretending to care about his work in order to pay the bills. So really, how different is he from most of the rest of us in this world?
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