Have we met before? by Alison Sky
I guess I just have that kind of face. You know the one; the sister-daughter-girlfriend-wife-lover-chiropractor of that everyone thinks they know, but don’t.
“Are you Steve Meyer’s cousin from Kentucky?” Sorry, no.
“Have you ever been to the Jersey shore?” Nope, never even been to Jersey.
“I swear you look like this girl I went to med school with.” I’m not a doctor, baby, but if you want, I have the costume at my place.
Working the strip in sin city is hard because there are so many of us out here, trying to get your attention just so we can make a living. When a guy walks up claiming to know me, it’s an easy mark.
Two hours later, he’s had his fantasy fulfilled, I’ve got money in my
pocket, and we’ve both had a bit of fun. After all, what happens in Vegas…
But I’ll admit that for a moment I’m jealous of these girls. The ones who people think I am. They had to have done something special to keep their images imprinted in all these men who come up to me, night after night.
However, from the smell of the alcohol on your breath tonight, I can tell that my face isn’t going to be one you will remember.
So hello. I’m Janet. Have I met you someplace before?
