That Time I Was Mistaken For A Prostitute

I was 18 and innocent but mistaken for a prostitute. How does that happen one may ask? I'll tell you how...

I was visiting one of my friends who went to college in the city, NYC that is. We had decided that we were going to go to the Limelight, a cool club back in the day. We had gotten all dolled up to party the night away. Although for me "partying it up" back then just meant looking cute and dancing a lot. Wasn't really into drinking back then. I know you can't believe it, neither can I.

What was I wearing? Black snake skin pants, obviously not the real thing just some weird patent leather and spandex print to look like black snake skin. I swear this looked  "good" back then. A black spaghetti strapped shirt and black heels. It was winter but since I didn't want to have to keep track of a coat I just braved the cold (which is where I think I went wrong).

There was too many of us to fit in one cab so we had to take two to the club. My friend and I went alone in one cab. We told him to take us to the Limelight and really trusted him to get is there. Well, he let's us out of the cab and points at some building and says that was it. We walk over and surprise, surprise it wasn't the club. By this time he is long gone.

I see another cab dropping someone off and I run to the window to try and ask the cabby if he knew where it was. As I was approaching his window he is waving his hands saying "no, no I don't want," in broken English. I wasn't understanding why he was acting this way and got closer to the cab and he says: "no, go away. me no buy sex" and speeds away.

What the hell?! I was shocked, actually I was so amused. I thought it was so funny. Luckily we found the club just around the block but I couldn't help but think I looked like a hooker all night. So what about you, have you ever been mistaken for a lady of the night? Or am I the only one that gets that honor?