The joy of telemarketing

So yesterday I came home from the incredible release party (seriously, over 200 people? What the hell?) and wrote a poem. Actually I wrote three, because it usually takes me that many strikes to hit a vein of gold. As a little teaser, I'll say: it's called Calypso, it's about a siren, and it's pretty sexy. If I say so myself.

I've spent two days now soliciting money from strangers on the phone. It's a long way to come for me. (I was the Girl Scout who sold three boxes of cookies every year - to my parents. I was that shy about asking strangers for money.) But most people actually aren't that rude! Granted, I'm usually calling from nonprofit organizations (it might be different if I needed spare change for Exxon-Mobil) but isn't it great to be pleasantly surprised by your fellow man?

And speaking of being surprised, I was looking at the webpage for a San Francisco escort agency, and was surprised to find they had all of the following listed: men for men, women for women, and men for women. But no women for men! Isn't that the most common arrangement, if we're talking about market supply and demand? I found the omission strange...