Good Time Girls

After what I previously wrote about, it seemed only fitting that I was in the doctor’s surgery today reading about women who actually make a career out of being a party girl. You know, the girls who never pay when they go out, are recognised at the door by all the exclusive clubs, are invited on private yachts, jets and estates and maintain a lifestyle most of us only ever dream about? What I found interesting though was that according to these girls, they are all far from being ‘princesses’ and should anyone who works the circuit so to speak, start getting a bit big for their boots, they will actually be weeded out reasonably quickly.

Beauty these days it seems is a premium. It is desired by many and can definitely be traded but what does it take to be seen as attractive by rich playboys whose backyard may indeed span continents? Certainly the physical attributes play a vital part but so too does spontaneity, optimism and manners. Party girls say please and thankyou and truly appreciate what others provide on their behalf. In return for shall we say, financial sponsorship, they are the energetic life of the party, the person you most want sitting on your table and a breath of fresh air into any gathering. And whats more, they don’t have to take their clothes off to do it.

‘Sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll’ seems to be the impression that most of us people who read gossip rags (rather than appear in them), have of the life that these women lead. Whilst those elements are definitely a part of the scene however, they are not for everyone. One of the ‘party girls’ interviewed stated that if you want to stick around for a while, you are better off not sleeping with every guy that does you a favour as they will lose respect for you and will more than likely not want you anymore after they’ve had you. She also said that getting yourself hooked on drugs was a good way to get left by the wayside somewhere.

So it seems there is a little more to these party girls than meets the eye. They are of course stunning and the envy of those around them but they work at providing uncomplicated friendship and a positive outlook. Which is easier said than done if you think about it. I recently heard a speaker challenge their audience to go 24 hours without complaining – about anything. Even if it was legitimate. Because these women are providing their personality and appearance in return for an opportunity they could not afford to provide themselves, they need to be the kind of person other people want to know.

They also need to have the right name. Once upon a time, all the good time girls were Cindy or Candy or Bobby or Tracy. Now, according to one security guard, its names that end with ‘a’. Michaela, Tamara, Samantha and Renata are the new best friends. So it’s a good thing I wasn’t planning on the jet set life. I guess Gauchegirl doesn’t really cut it, does it?