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When it was time for him to leave, he asked me how much he owed me. I knew that I had given him extra, a lot extra (although we didn't have intercourse) and I wanted extra. "Well, I usually charge $80, but you can tip me whatever you want." He gave me $160 and at that moment, I realized I had gone down a path I would never be able to retrace. I would move on from there to greater and greener pastures.

May 13, Craigslist announced that it will shut down its erotic services section, marking the end of an era.

There one could open a virtual lemonade stand which operated according to self-imposed rules and regulations. Craigslist Erotic Services made sex work accessible to people who would never have considered doing it otherwise. A struggling writer and artist, I'd been earning a living as a licensed massage therapist. Nor had I ever so much as glanced at the erotic services section of Craigslist. He assured me that Craigslist would be more vigilant in removing misplaced ads.

I'd used Craigslist once before to find a subletter for my Brooklyn apartment. I was a professional dater and a longtime veteran of internet dating. And I was having a lot of crappy experiences with men of dubious integrity. I had studied a variety of healing modalities and been praised by my clients as being extraordinarily gifted. But one day it came to my attention that many "providers" who should have been posting in the erotic services section were posting in the therapeutic section. But for some reason, after that, I kept looking at the erotic services section. I never would have expected it, but reading the ads had begun to turn me on.

But since, at that time, my neighborhood hadn't been over run with cafés and condos, there really was nowhere to go.

Through our communication, I'd grown comfortable enough with him to invite him over.

That had worked out incredibly well, so I decided to advertise my massage business there (in the therapeutic services section). I confess that at that time, I was pretty disappointed with my love life. It had occurred to me more than once that I might as well be getting paid. I just want to pause here (in part because I can already hear the voices of my detractors and also because I don't want to appear insensitive to any human suffering).

Like many New York females in their 30s, I still hadn't found Mr. I was becoming increasingly frustrated at his failure to manifest. Thrown into this mix of loneliness and financial need was aggravation, aggravation that when I did begin advertising my massage business in the therapeutic services section of Craigslist, all anyone seemed to want was sex. I recognize that I'm a privileged, educated woman who could have done many things for a living, but opted to do sex work largely because it was exciting to me.

He was in his mid-30s, very conservative looking, wearing a pin-striped oxford shirt and tidy, pleated khaki trousers.