I'm Gonna Call An Escort

Life’s a bit of a drag. I go to work, endure my boss, pay my bills and hangout with the guys… and listen to their girl problems. Well, not exactly: just a contest on whose personal life rocks the most. Or whose girlfriend has the best combo of cooking-massaging-lap dancing. But what choice do I have? I respect a man’s need to be numero uno in career, love and sex at least in front of his loving buddies… But it really doesn’t help if you’re finally thinking about that resignation letter after five long years, let alone not having that special woman whom you’d consult whether to start with a “Dear Sir” or just pull a one-liner farewell and get it over with. Much less the hope of ever meeting that woman at all. I'm living in Las Vegas so I'm just gonna call an escort. lol