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A New York Escorts Confessions
One Size Does Not Fit All
When you’re sixteen and from an East Coast suburb, getting your driver’s license isn’t the only rite of passage you face. There’s also the big push to get you into Just The Right College. To that end my parents sent me that fateful summer to one of those college prepatory programs in Boston. And that’s where I met Bitsy.
She was stylish and put together, always with just the right accessories and a waft of smoky floral perfume trailing in her wake. She wore lipstick when the rest of us were globbing on vanilla-scented gloss and had already embarked on pedicures and waxing. We were teeny bopper plebes in her wake.
But the thing about Bitsy was, well, Bitsy just wasn’t bitsy. At all. In fact she was probably a good forty pounds overweight in addition to just being big boned. But despite her measurements Bitsy wasn’t fat. Yiddish has a perfect word for it—‘zaftig’. She was curvy in all the right places, wore her big frame proudly with her shoulders back and her chin ever so slightly upturned.
Or so it seemed.
Down the hall from Bitsy was another girl named Minerva, Minnie to her friends. And unlike Bitsy, Minnie was in fact aptly named. She was tiny—imagine Sarah Jessica Parker about four inches shorter and you get the idea. She too had an early sense of her self and had adopted a bohemian chic approach to fashion—lots of scarves and beaded peasant skirts.
The thing was Bitsy was always asking Minnie if she could borrow her clothes. Which of course freaked Minnie out. How was someone who was probably a size 16 possibly going to fit into something that was, at best, a 0? And how in the world was Minnie supposed to politely address this? “Um, I’m sorry Bitsy but I really don’t think you would feel comfortable in this tank top since um, I think it would only cover your left nipple?”
At first Minnie took to dodging her every time she saw Bitsy in the hall. When that became too obvious she told Bitsy that she simply had a no-lending policy about her clothes. Once upon a time someone had borrowed a beloved tunic and had ruined it over a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. Bitsy assured her of her own dexterity as well as her vegetarianism, but Minnie was resolute. No more lending out any of her clothes. It was for everyone, not just Bitsy.
Which was really too bad. I would’ve looked great in one of those skirts.
I was thinking about Bitsy the other night when I was with K, an oral surgeon who I had dated twice before. After dinner at Aix we strolled back towards K’s West End Apartment. “Oh,” K said as we passed Price Wise Discount. “Do you mind if we just make a quick stop here? I need to get a couple things.”
“Sure,” I said. “No biggie.”
Little did I know that was soon to be a punchline.
Inside, K grabbed some toothpaste and some paper towels and then proceeded to the registers. Just before the cashier rang him up he stopped her. “Oh wait. Some of the Durex too. The black ones.” The cashier made a move towards the box of Ultimate Feeling Lubricated Latex Condoms.
I was just about to tell him that I of course had already come fully prepared when he stopped her at full volume. “NO! NOT THOSE. THE XXL ONES.”
Everyone behind the registers and in the store stopped for a moment, including myself. There was a weighted pause. Then, we all collectively adopted our game faces. Sort of.
Here’s the thing. At that point I had already been with K and I knew for a fact that he was not XXL. He was perfectly average which is perfectly fine by me. So, who then was K’s desired audience? Was it me still even though he had to know he was dealing in illusions? Was it the women behind the counter who couldn’t care less? Or was it himself? Was saying it aloud in front of God and everyone enough to make him feel like he was in fact XXL?
Wherever she is I hope Bitsy is happy just being well, Elizabeth. And as for K, I hope he realizes that sometimes good things come with small packages.
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Maybe K had his own appointment that he needed to be prepared for after you.....and that guy was an XXL.....!
Posted by Rex on Feb 10 07:16AMHey Alexa... new to your blog. As a fellow UWS'er I've enjoyed all your allusions to familiar 'hoodie landmarks. Gives a feeling of being backstage for each libretto you share. Anyways... keep on keeping on, as they say... and have a look-see at the URL I've left for you (and all)... I'm sure you'll find it amusingly familiar...
Posted by gblur on Feb 11 10:31PMWhen I was using condoms, I used to have a saying "When given a choice how can a guy buy anything else but the XL, I mean if they had come out with an Extra Small size would they sell any of them?" I remember when they first came out... I switched and actually they are more comfortable, even for us average guys.
Posted by Sdonx on Feb 13 10:10PMI went to a client last night armed with condoms that at first looked way too small for this XXL guy. But with some effort, even the little one covered him all the way and did it's job.
Posted by Moonlighting Escort on Feb 14 10:14AMPost a Comment

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Oh yes this sounds so familiar ... all of it *smile*
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