Ha! So my musings about whoredom have paid off. (Sort of). A very ugly man made very flirtatious chit-chat with me in the elevator today. Lines like "So, I've noticed you around..." abounded (followed by worse lines, such as "You use the bathroom alot"). It was perfect--he was older, had money, knew I was piss-poor so would be more likely to "lend" me cash and was ugly enough to resort to such things.

But then I realized two things:

1) I still don't understand how The Washingtonienne did it because this man would probably never actually offer to pay me for anything. He'd think he was really lucky, but where the hell does that leave me? Still broke. Am confused about the logistics of it all. Would I have to ask him for the money? Would he offer it in the guise of an early birthday present after we'd had sex? Or would he lead me to the bedroom, then baldly say "$400 for your ass"? I guess it's somewhat of a moot point since....
2) Dear God I could never have sex with a man that repulsive, money or no money.