Have you ever been mistaken for a hooker?

Uh... why do you ask?

Your stench.

A lot of time trying to score coke I was mistaken for a cop.

To prevent this from happening again, I suggest switching from hoochie Daddy shorts to a solid print caftan and pearls.

OP, I suppose the response you're fishing for is, “It's because you're so good-looking.”

No because I'm a man. I was a whore in grad school, though.

Not until I finally got my cha-cha heels.

When I was in my 20s, I often stayed in very expensive hotels. I was often mistaken for an escort, because that seemed to be the only plausible reason for a single 20 year old to be there.

I heff semm pruhblem, OP.

Yes, many times in Japan.

Were you swinging your purse again on the street corner, OP?

Yes. But only in a North Carolina industrial town. My coworker and I (both women in our 30s) had traveled out of state to attend a workshop. The event ended early, so we decided to get food. I drove us around in our rented SUV, and we decided to stop at a grocery store. Upon leaving the store, we got back into the SUV and had just closed the doors when a man yelled "Hey!" and ran up to my window. I cracked it a bit so I could hear what he had to say.

Man: Are you hookers?

Me: ...no.

Man: Well, that's too bad!

We were both wearing business pantsuits with blazers. I locked the doors, and we drove away.

[quote] When I was in my 20s, I often stayed in very expensive hotels. I was often mistaken for an escort, because that seemed to be the only plausible reason for a single 20 year old to be there.

Hmmm... I had friends in college who would stay in expensive hotels at that age because they were rich (I went to an Ivy League college), and no one ever thought they were [italic]hookers.[/italic]

You also must have dressed really trashy.

It never happen too me. People know I am Best architect.

I've had men try to pick me up for more than being a day labourer.

I'm attracted to older men - So, there have been a few misunderstandings with hookups when they tried to pay me after.

Though, there are men that fantasize about that... either because you don't fit a convenient stereotype, they want to make believe you're straight or younger than you are, or it's just an emotional shield, so they can break it down to a contractual agreement because they were probably married or in a relationshipp, or your still in denial closet case even after they've swallowed your load.

And in some of the former kink and leather scenes, those assumption are worse.

And of course, there's several kinds of jobs where people think you're on the menu. or they're otherwise entitled because they're a paying customer, client, etc.

Once....I was very surprised.

I went into a well known hooker bar Rounds just to see who was there, sat at the bar, had a couple drinks and left. About a week later a gorgeous black guy came up to me at Boybar on St. Marks Place, and I thought he was flirting. He asked me if I was "working" and that he and his "date" an older white guy (who was younger than I am now) were leaving to go back to his hotel, and would I be interested in $300 to join them.

I was really surprised they thought I was a hustler, but apparently the black guy said he'd seen me at Rounds. When I said I was just looking he rolled his eyes and said, "If it's the money I think we can do a little better". I begged off, but was oddly flattered. $300 was a lot of money in 1992!

^ former=formal

I kind of dress whorish especially in the summer. Nothing dramatic just shorts and tank tops. Sometimes I’ll go too less if it’s really hot. I’ve had this happen in the winter too.

r18 when lads are horny. . .there's really no wrong place or time for most of them.

So, they're going to center in on possible opportunities.. if you're out on the street, the logic of a ho, especially if they're hard up or they might have taken anything to lower their inhibitions, is it's better to ask if you're a hooker than do you wanna fuck.

But even just dressing in tanks and shorts, in some neighborhoods, especially midday on a weekday or after dark... people are inclined to think you're advertising.

the old school standard for advertising, tho, was exercising in public. . . usually push ups against a car.

But these days those kind of signals don't mean a thing...

decades more back.. it was wearing a long thin red tie. . . like a big red arrow pointing to your junk.

Booty shorts! I knew it!

The story of my life back in the 1990s and 2000s.

I didn't care I thought I looked hot.

The opposite.

Once someone actually thought I fucked 'em for free.

About 5 years back, when I was 45, my mother sat me down & told me she wanted to ask me something, & to please be honest.

So, she asked me if I was a prostitute. My jaw absolutely dropped.

I had set down my wallet & she’d rifled through it, & I had a couple hundred bucks in there (day after payday). She knew I’m sexually active & that was the logical conclusion she drew.

I told a few work friends, who rib me to this day.

I was asked to PLAY a call-boy in a movie once. My qualifications were a good pair of legs, a good arse and a pair of hibiscus print hotpants. I'd been seen dancing at a house party (obviously like a slut). Good times.

Now why would you ask me a question like that?

I will have a thimbleful of your finest cocaine, shopkeep! And do not delay!

In my 20s, I would sit on a stool and play video games all afternoon at a gay bar and people came up to me all the time with offers. I turned them all down.

Pretty sure I have. I’m a photographer and book hotel rooms and sometimes I’ll do a few models in a night so every 3 hours, the hotel people see me walking with a new man to my room.

Yes, one Gay Pride in the early 1990s I was returning home to Park Slope to switch out one slutty outfit for another and return to City when outside the Grand Army Plaza subway stop a Lincoln Town car pulled up and an Orthodox Jewish man rolled down the window and proposition me with a “How much?”

"Have you ever been mistaken for a hooker?"

Yeah, but I think it was the "Minnesota Effect," i.e., dressed like a farm kid who ran away to West Hollywood.

I was doing gardening work in West Hollywood one summer and I had to take the bus from Eagle Rock (how depressing) and walk quite a bit to get to work. Not the worst summer of my life.

But definitely not the best.

I realize a lot of men were hoping I was underaged which makes it creepier.

The first time someone asked me if I was working I had no idea what they were really asking.

Later, when I got a good paying job people assumed I was hooking because how could someone so young have so much money?

Although I think if I was a heterosexual they would have assumed I was a drug dealer.

Anyway, I was one of those people who looked way younger than he actually was until I hit my late 30s.

Now I'm 60 and I was recently mistaken for an 80 year old.

I do not look good.

R30 Were you doing your best Mare Winningham?

No. But I'm pretty sure I was being followed by human traffickers one night on a Texas highway during a road trip some years back. Couldn't see in the car because the windows were heavily tinted.

They kept trying to maintain the same speed as me and keep their vehicle parallel with mine as if trying to see better in my car to, I assume, see if I was alone; when I would speed up, they sped up. When I slowed down, they also slowed down. It was very unsettling. The only thing that made them take off was a semi that came up behind them and started honking at them to drive faster.

This was right by the border (near Laredo). So, my theory is human traffickers or cartel. The whole vibe was wrong.

^ And I'm a female, btw. Which, I'm sure they could tell.

What do human traffickers need with a great big fat person? Or the cartels?

Target practice?

"Were you doing your best Mare Winningham?"

I was giving off more of a cut rate Andrew McCarthy.

Or like a kid way in the background of a cut rate Andrew McCarthy movie.

Perhaps the corpse in the Weekend at Bernie's movie.

R35 Or your best Leigh J. McCloskey?

Once at casino a young Hispanic guy about my age at the time approached me and asked me what I charge. He said he had a room at the adjoined hotel. After processing what he was saying, I said something like, "fuck you I'm not a fucking hooker!" I stormed off and tracked down my friends who found it very amusing. I can't imagine why he would have thought that so I assumed it was a lame attempt to hit on me. I'm a guy, if that matters.

[quote] Hmmm... I had friends in college who would stay in expensive hotels at that age because they were rich (I went to an Ivy League college), and no one ever thought they were hookers. You also must have dressed really trashy.

R13, just the opposite. My clothing either came from Brooks Brothers and Façonnable. I dressed about 10 years older than my age and acted ten years older than my age. I suspected it was because I did not act like a 20 year-old that I was mistaken for an escort Note, I said "escort" not "hooker". I was offered four figures for my "services". Unfortunately, for telling this story, I was a major prude in my 20s. Sex for money was a hard no.

My sister dressed me to be more hep and with it, so I wore the swanky new duds on my daily constitutional. My hair was geled, I had sunglasses on, my short-sleeved shirt was cuffed and tied at the midriff. I was in short shorts and cowboy boots. Well, no sooner had I left than I was propositioned as a homosexual street walker from a friendly stranger in a black sedan! I was so disturbed by the incident I cried and cried, regressing to life as a shut in.

Late one night a friend and I got for a drink in a golf course bar frequented by geezers and it was apparently assumed that the only reason younglings like us would be there was financial.

"Note, I said "escort" not "hooker"."

Potato, potahto, gurl!

No. Never.

Guys! Really, I’m not!

OP = Kimberly Guilfoyle

r44 = didn't even bother to read r1.

Hmmmm. Evenly balanced: Twice mistaken for an undercover cop, twice mistaken for a hustler.

It must have been my lapel button, "Cash only, please."

We stayed at the Doubletree by Hilton in Little Tokyo/LA one night because we were out partying and didn't want to try to get an Uber at 2am so early on we booked a room.

Our car was in one of those overnight lots in DTLA. In the morning, after we checked out I stood in the valet area waiting for my husband to come back with the car. It's not a great area and I only had the clothes I came in. Well, imagine a day old clothes and old makeup and messy hair. There were other "ladies of the evening" getting taxis outside and several nodded at me.

I did have a businessman going in smile and ask me what room I was in. Interesting. So yeah I must have looked like a hooker. I remember I was wearing a tie dye skirt at the time and some sort of tank top.

R45 = about as likeable as Melania Trump

I once had someone pull over on Santa Monica Blvd and roll down their window to call me over. I was walking to a party wearing shorts and a hockey jersey, so I don't know what he thought was going on.

When I was much younger, some 20 years ago. I was on a local train from Barcelona to Figueres. Some Spanish geezer took a seat across from me, started chatting with me, and within 15 minutes offered me money to come to his apartment in Barcelona and have sex with him.

Your actions must have been....whore-like, OP.

And so, r45, we get to read it a third time, thanks to your OCD behavior. All you do is compound the annoyingness of the thing you're whining about. If you really want to contribute, start up a grease fire.

Only over the phone. An escort who lived in my neighborhood had a phone number that was one digit different from mine, and occasionally I'd get one of his calls. I responded twice. It wasn't worth the money.

[quote]"Note, I said "escort" not "hooker"."

How about a call girl?

Todos los días.

Please. Take a numbuh, and don't make my cha-cha dry!

Yes i have. I was in the park wearing my slutty short shorts so it was understandable.

Has Phillywhore commented?

This happened twice to me when I was young and good looking. The first time was at the old escort bar Stella's in NYC. I used to go there to check out the hot Latino dancers. One of the other patrons started flirting with me. He asked me if I was a prostitute and I said no. For some reason he didn't believe me, and kept asking me in an increasingly angry/violent tone, "ARE YOU A PROSTITUTE!" in his very broken English (he had a thick Latin accent). It was creepy,

The second time was at Rawhide, also in NYC. You can tell I didn't hang out at high-end bars lol. I started chatting with a short Asian guy who told me he was a doctor. Pleasant enough conversation. When I left, he left right after me. He then followed me for a few blocks and confronted me on the street and asked me if he could spend some private time with me. I told him I was flattered but had to be somewhere. He then said he would pay me $200 to if I would fuck him. I told him no and ran to my car.

I’m not gay or a hooker, but $20 is $20.

R59 reminds me i was taken for a rent boy at Rounds on East 53d. I was offered 75$ lol.

The back area was where all the rentboys hung out. Another time i had gone after work and that time i was taken for a John. I think the escort hitting on me wanted to sleep with me but also wanted to make a buck.

Anyone can experience this by being under 30 and visiting the Townhouse bar.

I was once, but the guy wanted to fuck my fat rolls so I declined.

Mistaken for one? No. But, we are all hookers.

Which were or are the hooker bars in your city?

Go-Go boy.

I was wearing my caftan in redondo beach and some car rolls down his window and yelled " do you take credit cards " well i Never !!!

^ strictly cash in advance, Mister.

“Leave it on the dresser on the way out, you only pay at the end.”

Years ago I would get propositioned all the time. I always acted insulted, but little did they know I was one. Theres a difference in having clients and being propositioned in public. Its creepy and desperate no matter how flattering it is or how hot the guy doing it was. I wasnt some muscled out jock either. I was a pretty boy. Not a feminine pretty boy. I looked like a European model. Tall, blond, blue eyes, came across as arrogant, but i wasnt. Just a defense mechanism.

[quote]For some reason he didn't believe me, and kept asking me in an increasingly angry/violent tone, "ARE YOU A PROSTITUTE!" in his very broken English (he had a thick Latin accent). It was creepy,

I HAVE AN ANSUR I COUDDA GIVEN HIM!

I was once was sat next to a trans hooker of color on a puddle hopper from Chicago to Cincinnati. The plane was almost empty so I assume the crew decided to just put the two fags together as a lark. The two of us had a great trip chatting like two birds. Fuck that homophobic crew.

Only on DataLounge, I've been referred to as an elder whore, since several of my recent posts detailed how I have so much leisure time all day, and haven't had a real job since April 1999. The subject of money came up, asking how do I pay my bills and expenses, etc. That's when someone suggested I might be an elder whore, but I am not an elder whore. If I was, I'd say so, there's nothing wrong with sex work. My typical day includes biking, swimming, hiking, walking, very active, movies, eat out, friends, an occasional sexual romp, I just have lots of free time. That does not indicate I am an elder whore, thank you very much. :-)

You [italic]are[/italic] a whore, darlin' at r73!

One time when I was around 21 I was wearing a short red skirt and sitting on a stool at the Irish Pub in Philadelphia. A guy dropped cash on my lap but quickly grabbed it. Was he propositioning me or just going for a grope? (I am female.)

Peter Thiel gave me millions of dollars. He must think I'm a call boy

I'm sure I was, but no one had the gumption to mention it.

Stayed in a lot of no-tell motels back in the pleistocene with my much older bf when I was jailbait.

Happens to me all the time in the hotel bar while traveling internationally. My aide just signs the good ones up in my gentleman callers appointment book.

No, but tips to become one would be helpful.

Yes, by Ted Cruz

How big are your tits, OP?

You sound limited, r75.

When I was younger for some reason I was either mistaken for a hustler or asked if I was one, or had ever been one. I have a certain look, I guess.

Yes. I went with two friends (a guy and a girl) to the Corner Pocket in the French Quarter so the male friend could pick up his paycheck. They wouldn't let our female friend in (rude!) so I stood outside with her, outside of the sleaziest bar in New Orlean's French Quarter while we waited. I was propositioned twice in 5 minutes. Apparently standing outside of that particular bar means you are a hooker.

I didn't think I looked like a prostitute. I was in college and looked like a college kid.

You boys shouldn't dress so provocatively if you don't want me to mistake you for a gentleman caller. You are giving me the vapors with the state of undress you carry around in.

I AM a hooker, Darlin’

Because ya are. OP, ya are a hooker! (With apologies to Miss Bette Davis).

It's "But'chare!"

Eye vas vunce misteakand fore Furs Laidee.

Why are you looking at me?

OP was mistaken not as a male hooked, but a transvestite prostitute

YOU GUYTH ARE ALL THE BIGGETHT WHORETH IN ALL THE HITHTORY OF THE HUMAN RATHE!!!!!

I don't understand why men keep coming up to me saying "How much for a bj?"

[quote]I don't understand why men keep coming up to me saying "How much for a bj?"

I'm amazed (not surprised) that you are able to understand that it in its original Arabic, you middle eastern toilet!

R31 I once was standing under a lamp post just like that in NYC, (44st and Lexington) waiting to cross the street. I have very thick hair, it was shoulder length but the humidity made it very frizzy and full. A guy in a car passed me on Lexington, saw my thick hair and yelled out 'you need to get a better wig if you want to make any money'. Hardy har har.

How many times I have to tell you: I am professionil arkitect in my native conchy!

[quote]I don't understand why men keep coming up to me saying "How much for a bj? - Aaron Schock

If you insist on hanging out by the dumpsters, wearing that sheer caftan, while you suck your finger suggestively and presenting hole to men passing by...this is "misunderstanding" will continue to happen.

How many times do we have to explain this to you, Congressman?

My odious former boss and his cunt girlfriend went on vacation to Brazil. For an idea of this woman, she's 60, wore a cleavage top to a funeral and idolizes the Kardashians.

They come back from Brazil and he tells the following story with PRIDE: They were staying at some fancy hotel and when she came back to meet him, the hotel wouldn't let her through the lobby because they thought she was a hooker.

OP = early 2000s Christina Aguilera

I thought women in that occupation were called hookers and men called hustlers?

I don't understand why wimmin post here.

No, but I am frequently mistaken for a drug dealer.

Yes I have, when I was a twink.

Coincidentally, the Trump men require all prospective dates to answer “yes” to this question before a relationship is allowed to continue.

“Mistaken”?

Isn't it possible to keep Trump out of one thread?

R105, no.

20 plus years ago, I would post on CL offering head to "straight" guys.  One time a guy came over, I serviced him and then he pulled out $20 from his pocket and gave it to me.  I was stunned but told him I wasn't charging.  He put it back in his pocket, left and was not a repeat visitor...

As someone else stated, maybe paying is somehow better in their mind (if they are "straight")??

No because I straight up tell them my tates

^ your tits?

rates I guess.....suckie suckie 10 dollah

No. I am a sophisticated and eloquent lady.