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Interviewer: So, if I may ask, what do you do?

Me: Do?

I gave him a quizzical look.

Interviewer: I mean, what is your job? What do you do for a living?

Me: I am an escort.

He gave me a look that said it all.

Me: You don't approve of escorts?

Interviewer: No, it isn't that. It's just that, why would you chose escort? When most people say escort, it really just means prostitute.

Me: While being an escort can have some similarities to being a prostitute, they are very different.

I glared at him to show that I did not approve of the comparison.

Interviewer: Sorry, I really don't know the difference. Can you tell me?

Me: While some escorts may have sex with clients, and yes, before you ask, I do...

I gave him another glare for good measure.

Me: Sex isn't really required. Oh, sure, many men will expect it, and if you want to make good money, you will need to be willing to do it, it is not a requirement. We are "escorts". We are paid to escort others. To parties, to events, even to dinner or to meet their family. What I do is legal, because I am paid to be a companion, not to be a sexual partner.

I could see from his expression that he just thought I was splitting hairs.

Me: Whatever, it is obvious to me you think I am just a glorified prostitute. So, what else do you want to know.

Interviewer: Sorry, I am not trying to seem like that. I just, when people here escort, they automatically think "prostitute". Well, anyways, I guess, why escort? I mean, most of society views it this way, so, doesn't it make you feel, something...

Me: Humiliated?

Interviewer: No. Yes, oh, I don't know. Well, I mean, what do you think when you tell someone what your job is? How do they react?

Me: Well, I love my job.

The interviewer interrupts.

Interviewer: Love? But, it is so demeaning and degrading. I mean, you could be so much more than a, than a...

He trailed off under my expression.

Me: You asked me for the interview. You can embarrass me, degrade me, humiliate me all you wish. But, if you do not stop attacking me, and my profession, and approach it with a more open mind, then this interview will be over. Now, can you hold your tongue, hold your stupid, uneducated opinions, for the rest of the interview?

I waited for some response. After looking at his feet for a few seconds, he finally managed a nod.

Me: Did you know I have four college degrees?

He looked at me like I was lying.

Me: Yes. First I went for a fashion degree. After that, I crossed into an art degree. Sadly, not much use, unless you want to teach fashion or art. Or try your own hand as a critic or something.

Interviewer: Okay. Yeah, a lot of art school graduates find themselves without any real jobs. I think the girl I buy coffee from in the morning actually has a degree in art. But, what about the other two?

Me: You might find this funny, but the third was social psychology. Given I am...different...after I had almost no luck finding a job in fashion or art, I went back to school. That is how I started finding out more about...my particular...differences. I wanted to understand why I was different.

Interviewer: Any answers?

Me: None. You should study it. Basically, my conclusion is, no one is completely sure. Oh, I went through the list. Daddy issues: No. Abusive childhood: No. Sexual assault: No. Low self esteem: No. Blah blah blah. Nothing I learned, nothing the professors knew, nothing other visiting professionals knew, could explain it. The best "assumption" is literally the wired differently. That, somehow, the pain centers have some mixed up wire in my head. Maybe I should have went for clinical psychology instead?

Interviewer: Okay, and the last degree?

Me: Business.

Interviewer: Business? Wow, so, why...

Me: Why am I working as an escort? Well, you have a degree, in journalism I assume?

He nodded yes.

to be continued. Character becomes an escort because of bills and school fees while going to school for social psychology, and after learning a bit about them through some of her sexual psychology classes. She finds herself making good money. While working as an escort though, she finds more and more clients that are businessmen. In order to better do her job, she goes back to school for business, to be able to be a better conversation companion. Add some discussions about working at fast food and as a cashier, references to stupid requests, to show why she started working as an escort. Add in references about how her personality is also more in line with the escort profession than it is with the normal working class professions.

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