The first bachelor held no real interest to me, but I reached for the paddle in preparation for the subsequent male offerings.
First, I didn't know him. Second, the services he offered were of the body sculpting variety. While I didn't think I had the perfect body, I had a million priorities that ranked much higher than a bigger bust or a perkier nose. Third, King would kill me if I used his credit card to rent another man. He already had enough problems with my relationships with Jake and Stiff without adding another man to the mix.
The second man was even less appealing than the first. He was a 70s throwback with a paisley shirt half unbuttoned. A dozen gold chains nestled in a thicket of chest hair. His pointy shoes were shiny, and the man actually did a spin and moonwalked across the stage as he pointed at women in the audience while bellowing, "I see you and you and you."