Talkin’ Dirty

To keep somewhat in the loop with the rest of the world and since I don’t read a newspaper, one of my morning rituals is to flip back and forth between all the “news” programs like GMA, Today, and…whatever the other one is. I flip until I find a story that sparks my interest. Yesterday I happened to land on a doozy!

On GMA, they were running a story about more and more moms turning to phone sex as a source of income. This made me laugh since I would be the worst phone sex operator in history. “What am I wearing? Ooooh, stained pajama pants and a raggedy old T-shirt covered in crusty spit-up. You like that, don’t you?”

My version of “talk dirty to me” would be mostly about poop, throw-up, and boogers. Not exactly what the pervos want! Or maybe it is…gross.

One PSO, (phone sex operator) as they put it, was brave enough to show her face on camera while one of the other ones wasn’t. You would never guess this lady was in her home office with her headset on talking about BJs and whatnot. She looked like a normal, middle-aged mom — someone your mom probably would have been friends with. Her PSO name was “Star” which got me thinking what would my name be? Tired? Bedraggled? Cranky?

“Star” said it was a perfect job for her because she was able to work out of her house, spend more time with her child, and still be able to pay the bills. It was anonymous and when asked by her son what she did for a living, she would tell him that she got paid to talk on the phone. Not completely a lie!

I just hope their children never walk in on them while they’re “at work.” Can you imagine? It’s bad enough so many kids accidentally walk in on their parents going at it, but to walk in on your mom while she’s making purring noises and pretending to be a naughty librarian will truly mess up a kid!

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