Now I don’t know if you heard, but I went to lunch with a porn star.
It was magnificent.
It was entertaining, fascinating, and slightly daunting when she sent my brother a very saucy video. Shudder. But all-in-all a jolly good lunch.
But then a funny thing happened. I put a picture of the two of us up on Instagram at lunch and the male species lost their minds.
Honestly, it was like I told a bunch of teenage girls that I was at lunch with Taylor Swift. Suddenly everyone wanted an invite… our lunch became the hottest ticket in town.
Jana put this picture of herself out for lunch with Angela White and the ‘male species lost their minds’
The messages, phone calls and DMs came streaming in.
I had a guy I’ve met once at a party ten years ago offer to come and buy us lunch. I had another very distant friend ask if he could come and join us for a drink afterwards. I had a whole team of footy players (yes, you would probably recognise their names) dive into my DMs seeking to find out if there were any ‘saucy secrets’ from the lunch I could share with them.
No lads, this wasn’t lunch followed by an orgy. And for the record, Angela doesn’t drink, so no you can’t buy us martinis. Lordy.
‘I had a very distant friend ask if he could come and join us for a drink,’ Jana said
‘I had a guy I’ve met once at a party ten years ago offer to come and buy us lunch,’ Jana said
The messages begging me to let them know where we were and if they could join aside, I also noticed another interesting change in attitude over the next couple of days.
Blokes in my life started treating me differently. It was like they thought I was about to take up the profession.
Over the next couple of days, I had blokes asking me the most outlandish questions and I had to delete quite a few messages under my Insta pic because every guy wanted to know two things: 1. Did we hook up? 2. Could I put them in touch with her?
Then a couple of guys I had been talking to started getting far more presumptuous in their wooing tactics. Gone were the ‘Let’s go out for dinner’ questions, and in came the d*ck pics and straight up requests for sex.
I messaged one guy I had been on a date with to congratulate him on his recent marathon and he didn’t waste time getting straight to the point.
Jana messaged this man a congratulations after he completed a marathon. He then not-so-subtly hinted about wanting to meet for sex
Spoiler alert: it was sex. A simple congratulatory message and then bam I was hit with sexts.
Then there was the guy who simply sent me a text saying: ‘Shall we?’
‘Blokes in my life started treating me differently. It was like they thought I was about to take up the profession,’ Jana said
Once again, he was alluding to sex.
But wait, I’m not done yet… another guy I had been on some lovely innocent dates with straight up sent me a d*ck pic! I hadn’t asked for it, nor were we sending each other cheeky messages in the lead up. It was ‘just ta-da here’s my penis’.
Keep in mind I had not slept with any of these guys yet.
The simple act of enjoying the company of an entrepreneurial porn star/business lady boss had suddenly put me in a new light in guys minds and to be honest, it wasn’t necessarily one I enjoyed.
I spent the next couple of days resetting boundaries and expectations and wiping a few blokes straight off my roster of dates.
Thank you… next!
I got to experience what Angela puts up with on a daily basis and it’s basically a bunch of men acting like horny teenagers. The thirst was real.
The simple act of enjoying the company of an entrepreneurial porn star/business lady boss (pictured) had suddenly put me in a new light in guys minds and to be honest, it wasn’t necessarily one I enjoyed
Sure, it’s great for the ego to know you are so highly desired but it’s not a real desire. In the eyes of these men, you are an object designed for their gratification. There’s something a little seedy about guys who assume you’re easy and just go directly for the raunch.
To be fair, I get enough of that simply by posting my followers saucy secrets every Monday on my Instagram. There are always one or two buffoons who will write gross messages but this was next level.
The porn world sure is an interesting place, and I tip my hats to the ladies who do it and stay sane. The crazy messages and interactions they would have with fans on a daily basis is wild. It made my regular trolls look almost cute.
So kindly take me back to the wooing stage. The one where men remember their manners (and pants). It’s far less icky.
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