I'm a freak magnet.
So I'm eating lunch in Washington Square Park and reading my new book*, when an older black man asked me if I could spare some change. I could, so I gave him some. Next he asked if I could spare a cigarette, but I told him that I didn't smoke. Then, he asked me if I could spare a blow job.
"A blow job. Can you spare a blow job for an old man."
"Sorry." I was seated on a low bench in front of him and he was standing above me.
"Ah man, everyone's got a blow job to spare!" he complained. "Are you telling me you need me to give you a blow job because you don't have one yourself?"
This made me feel a bit nervous because he didn't look like he was finished. In fact he had moved in closer. But I had to admit that I thought it was a good line.
So then he turned to a twenty-something NYU girl who was walking by and said, "I asked this young fella for a blow job but he said he didn't have one. Do you think you could give one to both of us?"
I blushed instantly! And then tried to come up with something to say in both my and the young lady's honor, but couldn't. But the old man's request didn't phase her. she merely smiled and continued on.
The old man moved on to the next guy on the bench.
*Another Masha Gesson, this one Ester and Ruzya: How My Granmothers Survived Hitler's War and Stalin's Peace.