Overheard conversations can be embarrassing, thought provoking, funny, interesting, and intriguing.
Sitting thigh-to-thigh on barstools in a packed pub, it's nearly impossible not to overhear conversations.
People have a tendency to raise their voices in bars, either because the overall noise level is overwhelming or because they've had so much to drink they don't realize that they're speaking at Van Halen stadium concert volume.
Naturally, I try not to listen in on private conversations, but sometimes...well, it just can't be avoided.
Take, for instance, the conversation between a mid-thirties couple I was privy to at a bar recently. I had no intention of listening in, but the woman (it was a heterosexual couple) was too loud to ignore.
It would be great to be able to relate what was said word-for-word, but unfortunately, I don't have an eidetic memory, so this is more of a recollection of the gist of what was said.
It came down to this. The male involved asked the female to tell him something about herself that would shock him.
She promptly told him she had been involved in the porn industry.
Obviously, this was the point where I could not help but really pay attention.
Without equivocation she told her date that she had started stripping at a place in California after her divorce from a Marine in 1998. It was while working as a stripper that she was approached by a photographer who thought she could make it as an model.
It was difficult to pick up all she was saying, but from what I could gather, it was a short hop from posing for magazines to appearing in XXX films.
Her date looked fairly stunned by all she was telling him, and went through a number of cocktails (rum and coke, I think) as she told her story.
I looked over (as discretely as possible) at the two of them, but did not recognize her at all. I don't actually indulge in porn much, so that wasn't a surprise, but I used to frequent Baker St. quite a bit, so I thought I might know them.
She told her date that her sojourn into porn had only lasted a couple of years, and that all of her work was either with men who used condoms or with other girls.
It was interesting to me that she stressed how she did not have unprotected sex with men. She either knew that was a deal breaker or actually cared.
I wanted to stay as long as it took in order to learn how the date was going to end, but unfortunately I had to go. Damn my early morning exercise routine!
The last thing I remember of the conversation was something he said after she asked if he was offended by what she had just told him. He replied, "No, not at all."
As if a guy was going to go all Fred Phelps and label her a harlot.
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