Savoy writes:
I’ve met another woman recently who works in "adult entertainment". Primarily out of curiosity, she’s my fourth. And it was convenient – I met her in my building. I thought she lived there, because I’ve heard there is a porn star who does live in my building, but it turns out, they’re not the same girl, the one I’m hanging out with (after a rough start) is friends with, as luck would have it, the guy who lives NEXT DOOR to me. He seems to know a lot of people, probably would be useful to make friends with….anyway…I was deep into the second date with her before I realized that she didn’t live in the building after all. Oops. Now I’m curious who exactly it is who lives in my building. Someone told me her screen name, but I forgot. They all kind of sound the same.
Speaking of which, that would be the most fun job in the world. Inventing porn star names. Kind of like the adult equivalent of whoever it is who invents names of colors. Have you ever been to a paint store and noticed 30,000 different names for slightly different shades of yellow? Eastern sunrise? Morning mist? Daisy yellow? Puke stain? Ocean sand?