That Girl

On my way home from New York, I spent a long time selecting a book to read on the flight home. On a side note, I normally do not buy new books. I buy used books unless it’s an author I must support, and they are few and far in between. The only deviation from this practice is when I travel. For some reason, I allow myself to buy a new book to read. Mind you, sometimes I have to search high and low to find a book worthy of me. LOL. On another side note, what I should do is plan ahead and hit up Half Price Books before each trip and save some money.

Anyway, the book I ended up purchasing was about a girl who ended up being solicited to be a party girl at the parties of a prince of Brunei. She is my age, and, as I was reading, I was trying to figure out what I was doing when we were 18, 19, and 20. Before joining the harem (this is her word), she was a stripper and then an escort. She then joins this “court” and is a party girl/lover of the prince.

As I read about the expensive jewelry he gave her and the shopping sprees she went on, I realized I will never be “That Girl”. The book is called “Some Girls”. I’m not the type of woman who would be invited backstage at some concert. I am not the type of woman who would be invited to the VIP section of a club to join some famous athlete or musician.

This is not a slight on her lifestyle choices or me. It’s just an observation. I can’t imagine anyone stopping me on the street and offering the “opportunity” to me. At this point in my life, I know that a man will never whisk me off to some getaway and plow me with diamonds, rubies, pearls, clothes, etc. This is neither good nor bad. It just is what it is.

For me, there are some things that are sacred. They are not to be entered into lightly. Physical intimacy is one of those things. I was once told that sex was “just a thing” and I vehemently disagree with that statement. It is not just a thing and it something that doesn’t have a price because it is priceless. Again, this is to me. People can and do whatever they want. I am not the moral police, but I do wonder how lightly and easily people today take on more and more partners.

They say that everybody has a price. I was talking about the book to one of my bus buddies. I was marveling (and perhaps salivating) as I talked about the many, many gifts that were given to her. My bus buddy listened for awhile before telling me that everything has a price. Yes, she was getting money, gifts, and perks, but they came with a steep price. It’s like being married to a man who can give you everything and anything but is unfaithful to you. Is it worth the price, and is it only part of the game?

I would like to think my price is much higher, but it is easy for me to say what I wouldn’t do without having been offered the carrot.

I feel like I am not adequately saying what I am trying to get across, but the thoughts are bouncing in my head.