Truly, the Girls Next Door.

Beyond this hobby, people-watching is a favorite way of mine to kill time.  The more educated I become about life and sex, the more colorful my imagination tends to be.  As long as I remember, my has seemed to run on a single-track, so the tasks that I secretly assign to those I watch is almost always naughty in nature.  Since I started to hobby, not only is everyone I see rushing around on their way to getting laid, but they are hurried because they are en route to the incall.  Every male I come across in the real world is an assumed hobbyist and the sassy females that are somewhat attractive are assumed providers.

I notice others watching me from time to time and I fear that they might be making the same assumptions.  (It certainly doesn’t help that I am paranoid by nature.)  The wink from the middle-aged father at the Marriott when I’m grabbing ice with full hair and makeup.  The 35 yo, 38DD bleach-blonde who notices my large stack of Benjamins at the ATM.  We are all players in a secret game and it is awfully fun to try to pick out your teammates.

 A handful of things turn up my curiosity more than others.  I have decided to create an ever-growing list of everyday items and tasks that hold a different meaning in this world of ours.  (I am always entertaining additions to this list)

•  Plain White Envelopes: An essential item for any hobbyist.  I was touring a swanky condo building downtown, and something in the model unit made me giggle.  In the more masculine-deco unit, the office space had at least 50 of these babies.  I imagined that any bachelor that could afford a spacious $1k/ft2 could easily afford a few dozen sessions. On the same note, any gal that has an excess of envelopes of all varieties is obviously turning tricks.
•  Cash:  Women paying with bills are providers in my mind.  If they are hot and young and the bills are 20 and lower, they are dancers.  Men at the ATM taking cash out are hobbyists.
• Hotel Patrons: I frequented hotels at silly hours before I even knew the hobby existed.  I met men 20 years my senior at the bars and was quickly escorted up to the room and soon left alone with smeared mascara and tasseled hair.  Even so, every single female at a hotel is on the job.  Every man without luggage in hand is there to keep the females in business.  I know my hotel paranoia is a little out of control when I get a bit embarrassed checking-in somewhere when I’m not even on the job.
• Suits at the Riata: In Austin I lived and worked in large apartment complexes.  The majority of my neighbors were fairly young, several of them finishing up time at an area college.  To see a 40 something in a nicely tailored suit was surprising.  When I shared an incall for a few months, at times I’d arrive early and wait for the coast to be clear.  I’d see a gentleman trot downstairs with wet hair and a tie, and I knew the incall was clear.  When it was a good 15-20 minutes until I got the all-clear call on my cell, the mystery of the first gentleman went unsolved.  Because of this, I figured there were at least 3 other incalls in my one building.

I will have much more to add throughout the week.  Feel free to PM me your suggestions!