Why I Put My Wedding Ring Back On

I don’t take calls while driving, but this person kept calling repeatedly until I decided to pull over and answer. It turned out to be an old friend who was in town and wanted to catch up. While I was parked and chatting with him, a woman approached my car and gently tapped on the rolled-up window. I rolled it down and looked at her. She asked, “Are you looking for someone or something?” I signaled that I was on the phone, and she walked away. Shortly after, another woman came to knock on the window, asking, “Do you need help with something?”

At that moment, I was puzzled. “Am I parked somewhere I shouldn’t be?” I explained, “I’m on the phone, that’s why I stopped here.” She nodded and moved on, but I noticed her joining a group of about six girls ahead. Another car pulled up, and one of the ladies stood next to it. A few minutes later, she got in, and they drove off. It started to click.

The girls were sex workers, and I had parked in their territory.

Not long after, another girl from the group approached my car. This time, I understood why they kept coming, and I was prepared to respond appropriately. When she knocked on the window, I politely shook my head, and she walked away. I had finished my call but stayed there watching them. Cars would pull up, and they would engage with the girls for a bit before one would hop in.

There was one girl who caught my attention. She wore a short skirt and a white crop top with matching sneakers. She was fair-skinned and had enough curves to attract attention. Her face was hard to see in the dim light, and I wondered, “Why would such a beautiful girl be a hooker? What drives her? She could easily find a wealthy boyfriend. Why choose this path?”

My thoughts about her were interrupted when I saw her walking toward my car. I quickly took off my ring. Honestly, I’m not sure why I did that since I hadn’t planned what to say. My windows were already down when she reached me. She leaned in slightly, resting her elbows on the window, and smiled, “You’ve been here for a while. Not sure who to choose? Well, I’m here. What do you want?”

Wow, she was stunning. I hadn’t noticed her beauty from a distance, but up close, she was captivating. I told her, “I parked here to take a call, nothing more.” She smiled and gave me a look that felt almost enchanting. “It’s a beautiful night, but I can make it even better for you if you let me,” she said. I asked, “How? What do you mean?” She replied, “Take me somewhere private, and you’ll see what I’m talking about.”

My heart raced, and my mind filled with thoughts of what a night with her could be like. We fell into silence for a moment. She then asked, “Are you shy? You’re a man; make a decision and take me away. You won’t regret it.”

I inquired about the price, and she asked how long I wanted her. Unsure, she explained, “It’s GHC150 for a short time and GHC400 for the whole night.” I asked, “How short is ‘short’?” She replied, “As soon as you cum, it’s over.” I asked, “What if I don’t cum after an hour?” She said, “No one lasts that long with me, but if you think you’ll need more than one round, book me for the night.”

“I want short,” I said, and she hopped into the car, and we drove off.

She chose the hotel. As soon as we entered, she began to undress. No time for small talk. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching me as she stripped. I took off my shoes and started to unbuckle my belt. Before I could pull my trousers down, she was already lying on her back, waiting for me. I sat beside her, watching. She asked, “What are you waiting for?” In my mind, I thought, “Is that it? No foreplay? Just jump on top and start?” She urged, “Aren’t you going to start?”

She glanced down at my ‘bazooka’ and noticed it was still down. “Are you not ready?” she asked. I replied, “I’m ready, but I need some touching first.” She said, “Then touch yourself.” I countered, “Why don’t you do it? Isn’t foreplay part of the deal?” She burst out laughing. “You’re looking for foreplay from a hooker? Seriously? I’m not your girlfriend. You paid for sex, and that’s what I’ll give you, so get it up and let’s go.”

My head was spinning. “This isn’t what I imagined when I signed up. I thought it would be more exciting—my thing in her mouth, hands exploring before we even started. What is she talking about?” I stayed quiet, trying to focus and recall memories that might help me get aroused. She wouldn’t let me concentrate, constantly reminding me I was wasting her time. I told her, “This is my first time, and it’s not easy for me. I can’t just undress and start humping. Something has to lead up to it.”

She shouted, “Stop lecturing and do what you came here for.”

Wow, a hooker with an attitude. Don’t they know anything about customer service or retaining clients?

She got up from the bed and sat next to me, saying, “You can’t expect basic services and get a premium experience. Pay more if you want more. I can blow your mind, but only if your payment blows my mind.” I replied, “But you didn’t mention that at the start?”

Angrily, she stood up and began dressing. “Clearly, you’re impotent and wasting my time. Whoever sent you, tell them you didn’t meet me.” She put on her skirt without any underwear and threw on her crop top. I started getting dressed too. She took back the CD she had given me and extended her hand toward me. I asked, “What for?” She said, “My money.”

“For what exactly?”

“My money for the time you wasted.”

“Since I didn’t do anything, I’ll only give you half.”

She glared at me, her hand still outstretched, tapping her foot impatiently.

“My money. You’re going to pay in full before we leave.”

“You think I’m some kid you can push around? We’ll see.”

She picked up her phone and started dialing. “Please send another guy to this hotel. There’s an issue.” I reached into my wallet and handed her GHC200. She said, “What took you so long?” She began to walk away. I called after her, “You charged GHC150, so you owe me GHC50 change.” She didn’t even stop, continuing until she reached the door. Just before stepping out, she turned and said, “I don’t have change, but you’ll get a discount next time you call for my services.”

I felt powerless, unable to do anything. I watched her walk away, shaking her hips. I suspected that call she made was a ruse. She probably told them not to come after all. She just walked away with my hard-earned GHC200.

I got out, sat in my car, and turned on the engine. I remained there for several minutes, processing what had just happened. I still didn’t understand why I took off my ring. Whether I wore it or not, a hooker wouldn’t care. Maybe I felt the ring represented something sacred about my marriage, and I didn’t want to disrespect that. Whatever the reason, I told myself, “Maybe it was a divine act to save me from trouble. Imagine if I had my ring on during that encounter; the shame and guilt would have paralyzed me.”

I picked up my ring, kissed it, put it back on, and drove home. 

—Evans,  
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