A short story.
Self appraisal. Study what is; seek the 'flaws' and justify them or let them eat at your core. "Not bad." How quintessentially Canadian of him. "Not bad." Good? Not good? Good enough?
He could feel a twitch of liking what he saw. "Hmmph. This close to Fifty. You're hot. I'd do you." His eyes took in the rest of his form, standing there in worn out, stretched and sagging once-white (but not quite grey) underwear. A thought worked it's way to the fore as he stood scratching himself in the dull light in front of the mirror.
"Isn't it about time you changed what you are doing? Sometimes you just get tired of touching people. Sometimes you just get tired of touching the people who have to pay to have anyone touch them." Smiling wryly at his lack of good fortune, it seemed a good time to ponder the other options. "Other options?" he snorted silently to himself. "Like, all three of them?"
There are only ever three options: do it, do not do it, and do something else. What that something else is, he hadn't quite figured out for himself. Shaking it all off as 'something to consider for anytime later,' he busied himself in getting ready for another day of the same thing. Not bad.
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