Saturday, March 29, 2008

Men's Perspectives on Phone Sex

You know, I've told a number of people about my "other job". I haven't had even a single bad reaction yet, but that could also be that I am extraordinarily careful about who I'm telling. I don't want to be judged, so I make sure that the people I share with are openminded. Without fail, I seem to get the same reactions from the same groups of people. Girls are fascinated, and want to know how I can do it without constantly laughing. The guys are intrigued, of course, but it seems like the vast majority of them look down on men who call phone sex lines. Now, we have a lot of callers, so I know that phone sex is not nearly as taboo as my friends would make it seem. They laugh about it, and think that the guys who call us are losers. I'm sure that in many cases that's true, but it seems to me that the most callers are either sexually devient or else just plain lonely.

Granted, demographically speaking, they seem to be older than the college aged kids I'm telling about this now. Give 'em ten years or so and see if they are so set against calling places like TCG when they've been married for a few years and their wife is no longer putting out. Yeah, it's like paying for sex, but it's really no different from porn, except more expensive. As for being able to do it without laughing, well, that is why they invented mute buttons my friends...it is impossible not to laugh sometimes.

Seriously, do you guys out there have any idea how ridiculous you sound when you're orgasming?

Anyway, I need to wind this up, I have to work tonight, but I'll leave you with the gem of the night from yesterday. The phone rings, and I answer it, "Thanks for calling TCG". There's a moment of silence and then a woman's voice, "Hello?"
Me: "Hi. I think you have the wrong number."
"Who is this?"
"I think you have the wrong number."
"Where's David?"
"What?"
"Where's David?"
"Uh, there's no David here."
"Who is this?"
"I think you have the wrong number."
"What number did I call?"
Long awkward pause while I find the number, mess it up, and then recite it properly "555-555-5555"
"So. David's back into phone sex again, is he?"
"Uh.....yeah. I guess so. Sorry."
"Well that's just great."
Click.

Sorry David, wherever you are, you now have one pissed off wife/mother/girlfriend, courtesy of Zoe. Don't worry, I won't bill you for that one.

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