I live in the center of Prague and every night I pass a dozen prostitutes on my way home from the bars. If I took the tram directly to my apartment I would never have to see these Ladies of the Night, but I don't. I purposely take the long route home so that I can walk by them.

I will never be able to solicit a prostitute. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I have a stronger moral fiber than others of my gender, it's just that I have enough Christian guilt left over from my childhood to haunt me for the rest of my life. It's the same reason I still get a small flutter in my stomach whenever I say "God damn!" I'm a hypocrite by nature.

On the other hand, I like to be offered sex. It makes me feel good about myself. Every night, after I come home alone, I walk through the center of Prague and pretend that there are no prostitutes on the street. (I have an active imagination, so this is no problem for me.) These women are not trying to sell their bodies; they simply find me so irresistable that they can't stop themselves from asking me to have sex with them right there in public. Of course, I'm used to it and I don't take offense. "No, thank you. Just on my way home." "You're very sweet. I appreciate the offer."

When they discuss money, I simply pretend that THEY want to pay ME for a night of ecstasy. "Two-thousand korunas for three hours! No, no, I really couldn't."

I return to my apartment and fall into a deep sleep, convinced of my sexual potency. After all, how many men can walk down the street and have beautiful women throw themselves at his feet? Not many.

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