Well in my case it wasn’t really random. It was more like a couple of times, I’d chat up guys I met at bars, and be really forward, and I guess they thought that the only reason a young cute girl would be that…um, forthcoming, is because I expected some kind of payment for services rendered. Oops.
Back in the 80s I was hit up by hookers pretty much daily for a few months. I worked in the Logan Circle area of DC, and it was known as the place to pick up streetwalkers. The phrase was, “You want a date?” After a while they recognized me and didn’t bother asking anymore. One of my co-workers took me on a driving tour and showed me some sights most tourists don’t see, including the neighborhood (it was really just a couple of corners) where you could find the male trannie hookers. I didn’t ask how he knew, or why he thought I might be interested.
Weirdly enough, the only time I’ve been propositioned by a hooker, I was walking down the street with The Boy in a slightly sketchy part of town.
A rather disheveled young woman sidled up to us, and said “I do couples, you know.” When I politely said we weren’t interested, she turned to The Boy as said “She’s cute. I’d do her for free if you want to watch.” Flattering, but my type is definitely not strung-out crack addicts in dire need of a bath and a good night’s sleep.
The funniest part is that The Boy didn’t clue into what was going on until several minutes later. Og love him, he’s awful dense sometimes. 
Sorry – I simply can’t buy that she just suddenly got THAt interested in me. And she switched it off fast and easily enough. Isure as heck have never had a woman come on to me out of the blue like that before. Or since.
This. And when you really do fall in love at first sight with someone, you don’t immediately beam confidently and try to close the deal-- you swallow hard and try to work up the nerve to approach. At least that’s what I’d do.
(Checks sleestak’s profile pic.)
Definitely hooker. 
I would be stunned to learn that Hunt’s Point is bereft of hookers these days - is it?
remind me to tell you about the hooker with the walker sometime… kinds of a “Street-Limper”
My first thought upon seeing the thread title was to add, “from Parker Brothers!”
Yep, on my way to hell.
Unlike most married men, I don’t have any “rules” concerning women, like " No strip clubs" or “No naked wimmins on the computer”.
I was actually a bartender in a strip club when me & Mrs. were dating. She’d come and visit a while, have a drink or two with the girls, then go on her way. She’s a good gal.
Anyway, for years when best friend and I would try do decide on an evening’s entertainment, my wife invariably suggested taking him to a strip club. She somehow reckoned he didn’t have enough nudity in his life, and tried her best to help. We did go occasionally, with the standard results; much boobage was seen, cash was distributed, then we’d go home & crash.
One night, he decided he needed something different. He had seen an ad in a local paper for an adult video store he wanted to visit. This being before the interwebs and widespread availability of such things. After dinner, we drove by the place, but couldn’t find it. No biggie.
We went home & that was that.
Next week I get a call - he’s found the place, and we’re going back. Whatever.
So, after dinner, we drive by and it’s an absolute dive. I remember seeing this decrepit, run-down shack last time, but assumed it was condemned and dangerous. I basically parked on the sidewalk, ready for a quick getaway.
As we were walking around the back of the 20’ x 20’ “video store”, the nearby bushes said “psst - don’t go in there! It’s a rip-off!” A local good Samaritan who would not show himself tried warning us away vehemently. We thanked him, and went on in anyway.
We found ourselves in a small 3x3 foyer facing 2 different doors. One had a sign that stated “Videos Must Be Viewed On Premises”. Huh? We knocked, and 3 beautiful, shapely women in string bikinis invited us in. The place was dim, and decorated like a frat house; crummy furniture, bad carpet, chairs with stuffing coming out. Like my first apartment, actually.
Since my friend seemed speechless with a beautiful, big-boobed brunette pressed up against him, I piped up and said “We’re here to buy videos”.
“Fine” says the woman rubbing my arms, then waist, then ass. “Here’s the deal. It’s $75 for 11 minutes, then you re-negotiate with your host for anything after that.”
Gulp. We look at each other wide-eyed, just now understanding what we’ve walked in to.
He’s a cop. I used to be. All we can think of is the 6 cops hiding in the back waiting for the signal to pounce.
"Well’, I managed to squeak out, “My friend just wanted to buy a couple of videos”.
Two of the girls rolled their eyes and flounced into the back rooms, while the girl rubbing me stopped rubbing me. “Look”, she says. “You want to take a video with you after you @#$% someone, thas fine. Otherwise, you gots to go.”
And go we did. When my wife asked me what we did that night, I said “We touched hookers”.
She rolled her eyes and said “Whatever”, and walked away.
And that’s the only time we touched hookers.
It’s possible that she was trying to pick you up but in this case I think the simplest explanation is mistaken identity. For a moment she thought you were somebody else (an old friend she hadn’t seen in a while) and lit up, but then realizing you weren’t that person she went back to normal. Did she light up for anybody else?
Wouldn’t that be Fisher Price?
A friend of mine has a good story on how a hooker in AC helped him find his hotel.
He was drunk, lost his friends and lost his way back to the hotel. He said he was sitting at a bar and when the lady propositioned him, he told her what his situation was. She escorted him back to the hotel and declined money for her hotel locating services. We call that the “Hooker with a Heart of Gold” story.
The husband and I were propositioned in Hawaii on the beach by a young male prostitute. He tried just about every combination to try and entice us, then said he could hook us up with some weed if we wanted that instead.
A friend of mine was at some club in DC (9th Street? Does that sound right?) and upon entrance was given a button to wear that allowed her access to a special, VIP, roped off area.
It was transvestite night.
She…uh…wasn’t.
Hey! You promised you’d keep that to yourself! :mad: Stupid Brits–so indiscreet!
I SAW a hooker once. I was driving into work on a fine Sunday morning through lovely, scenic South Holland IL (a city of churches-- that and praying hands are on its water tower. No kidding, this town was built by Dutch Reformers, a strict, repressive religion. Go to Wikipedia and look up Holland MI. This is its “outpost”.) As I pass the “motel”, I see a not so young (rode hard and put away wet) woman dressed in skimpy attire walking along side the 4 lane road. I found that very odd and wondered if a dinner dance had lasted much longer than usual in these here parts. I was about a mile past her when it hit me. :smack: