please allow me to retore some balance here. my long-held view remains unchanged that Miss Witherspoon is a person of far higher character than most.
as noted already, i paid her cash up-front a month in advance of our appointment, without the slightest concern that she would betray my trust. (believe me on
this one,) there are few people to whom i would extend such trust, in any calling.
further, at no advantage to herself, she knowingly subjected herself to great subsequent public abuse, and threatened boycott, for publicly posting her a *very* favorable review of me as a client. it's called "character".
but, alas, idealism is an imperfect moral compass. and, as i noted to her earlier, just after the bookish Roberta had taken some gentle teasing about her gift list, sometimes we are more aggressive in defense of another than we would be in defense of ourself.
i once made a complete fool of myself in attacking someone on behalf of (and at the instigation of) an escort who turned out to be not a fellow idealist, but rather a crass opportunist.
thus, the Achilles heel of the idealist is the risk of losing 'perspective'. when a friend is hurt, we lose sight of our friend's part in the matter, and whatever mitigating qualities our friend's enemy (of the moment) might possess.
meanwhile, Miss Witherspoon has gotten herself knee deep in a cow pasture on a rainy day in spring.
the second wisest bit of folk wisdom i've ever heard is a part of the refrain in Kenny Roger's hit tune,
The Gambler: "You gotta know when to hold 'em, and when to fold 'em..." Miss Witherspoon held onto a bad hand way too long, and wound up feeling like she had been driven from the table.
TC might be interested to know that back home in Houston, Miss Witherspoon has made a custom of running occasional 'specials', so that Wal-Mart shoppers can sometimes have the same experiences as the Armani-oids.
few escorts are so big-hearted. indeed, few
human beings are as big-hearted as Miss Witherspoon (takes one to know one, hon
). let's just say this was an occasion when too much feeling with her heart, and too little thinking with her head, led to a major 'blonde moment'.
[Edited by slinkybender on 03-29-2001 at 02:04 PM]