I miss all the whores on Sunset Boulevard. I never picked any up, but it was entertaining to see the variety, all shapes, races, and sizes. Age wise I never saw any old ones, but there were a few that looked like they hadn't started high school yet.
Never saw the Ladies of the Night along Sunset, but I've had some strange ecounters...no, I mean run-ins...make that experiences...doh! Just let me tell you about it.
I was attending my first annual convention of the American Petroleum Institute in San Fransico and had arranged by phone to meet for dinner a former editor of mine who was staying at another hotel. I had a room in the hotel where the convention was held to make it easier to run back to my room and file stories after the sessions. My friend's hotel was within walking distance so I decided to ankle on over to meet him. It was my first time in San Francisco, but the minute I stepped out of my hotel I was instantly reminded of my cop-shop days back in Houston because there were hookers just swarming the sidewalks. There were so many they apparently were working the whole area. I stopped for a redlight a block or two from my hotel, and I swear to God, two hookers stepped up, one on each side and propositioned me! I said, "Damn, are we the only straight guys in town???" It really was a case of overkill. Got across the street and was hurrying to make it to my friend's hotel on time, when this plumpish little black gal in a red power dress, started trying to put the make on me. She was short-legged and wearing 6-inch heels and was having a hell of a time trying to keep up, so she said, "Hell, can't you even slow down long enough to talk about it!"
Actually, she was kinda cute in a cupie-doll fashion, which then put me in mind of New Orleans, where the best-looking "women" working the French Quarter are the female impersonators. What's the chance in San Francisco of ending up with some honey who has a bigger tool than you!
I got hit on by a whore working from her car at the API meeting in Chicago once. What can I say? Women like my smile! She was a buxom blonde and I wasn't having to hurry anywhere at time, so when she called me over to her car I leaned on her door to listen to her spiel. We exchanged pleasantries for a moment when she suddenly gave me this suspicious look and slipped her hand in my suit jacket and ran her fingers along my belt to the small of my back. I laughed and told her, "You're not gonna find any handcuffs there!" That's where detectives often carry their handcuffs, looped over the back of their belt. She looks at me and asks, "Are you a cop?" Told her no, just a reporter who used to work the police beat, which meant I didn't have an expense account to put her on like some of the high-rollers at the meeting.
One of the funniest encounters was at another API meeting in Calgary. There they had the girls limited to the other side of the street from the meeting hall and hotels. One evening I was walking over to meet some folks for supper in a revolving restaurant at the top of this space needle across from the meeting hall, and I saw this police car with two young uniformed policemen in it and these two young prostitutes dressed like teens in short shorts and low-cut tops standing there talking to them. The girl on the curb-side saw me look at them as I walked by and she called out, "Hey, honey, want a date!" I laughed and said, "What does your friend there think of you propositioning me right in front of him?" "Aw," she said, "he don't care."
Calgary is a friendly, colorful city--last time I covered a meeting there, my wife went with me and we accidently ended up in a Gay Pride parade! But that's a whole nother story.