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Monday, 11 July 2016

You Don't Have To Be A Gigolo To Make Ends Meet

Gigolo is a painting by Lawrence Supino. Image from Fine Art America

It happened on a Sunday...

It was at 2.45a.m. on 3rd July, 2016, when 37 year old Choo, a would-be gigolo, knocked on the door of a hotel room in Kuala Lumpur. His agent had set the whole thing up, and it was his first client.

"She's about 35, a bank manager. Don't worry, it'll be easy." 

He knocked, thinking that she had fallen asleep. There was no response.

He knocked again, a little harder. Still no response.

"Hello!" he called. "Special delivery!" 

Still no response. Choo was a handyman by profession. He's decided to become a gigolo to make ends meet. He had needed the money to please his girlfriend after a lovers' tiff. And so, he was introduced to an agent for "male escorts" by his friends.

He Paid RM2,500 to his Agent

First, the agent told him that being a gigolo would be financially rewarding. "You can make RM3,000 in three hours! Better than working in your job. It's easy money with your good looks and tough body.... I guess you got that from your handyman job."

Choo must have blushed. "I just happen to know how to use a screwdriver."

Then came the catch. The agent cleared his throat. "Ahem! Of course, I will help you. But you must help me first! You have to pay me my professional fees."

How much was it? "RM1,000 as processing fee and RM1,500 for finder's fee. You know the drill, deposit it into my bank account. WhatsApp the receipt to me."

They shook hands. Choo felt good about his agent.

But there was something wrong about this hotel room.

Choo panicked. Perhaps he had gotten the wrong room number. He checked the WhatApp messages from his agent. 

Blink, blink. He looked up from the mobile phone screen.

It was the right number.

And so he called his agent.

Blocked. He couldn't even get through to a ringing tone.

There was a feeling that his stomach was falling inward as he reeled. The thought that he might have been cheated crossed his mind. He felt faint.

He lost his girlfriend, too.

A day or two after the incident, his girlfriend decided to kiss and make up. Perhaps they could go overseas for a romantic trip for two.

He had to tell her that he had lost his money to the "agent". Not much, only RM2,500....

She was angry, not because he lost money, but because he wanted to be a gigolo! Now, she doesn't even pick up his calls.

"It's only when you have lost everything that you are free to do anything." A motivational message that I would offer to Choo.

What He Should Have Done Instead

Being a gigolo isn't necessary. Besides, Choo the handyman is about 37 years old. He'd have a better chance of success trying to be Bob the Builder. He'd have to learn Bob's song, first: "We can fix it, yes we can!"

Jokes aside, here are a few things he could have done. (I would consider doing the same, if I could.)
  1. Be a Uber driver. Drive foreigners around, get paid.
  2. Run a class for home repairs. Get the thirty somethings to come, those who are married will have home repairs to do, and they'll want to save money. 
  3. Help out another handyman and share the profits.
  4. Be an online concierge, like a GoGet or HonestBee. Do things for people and get paid.
  5. Team up with his mother or sister to make some delicious cookies and sell them by the jar during Hari Raya (Eid).
  6. Start a website to advertise his services. Get more jobs. Get more profits. If he has too many jobs, he can start getting other handymen to join his website. Charge a fee. Make money.

About his girlfriend giving him the cold shoulder

He shouldn't have told his girlfriend. But who knows, this might be a good thing for him. If his girlfriend storms off, he'll know what she's made of. She's definitely not the forgiving type. She's also the materialistic type.

But... if she stays, that might be a bad thing. Will she insist that he continue being a gigolo so that she can have an easy life? Does it mean that she accepts his new calling as a gigolo?

Mind boggling!


This post was based on a true story. Read the link at the bottom of this page.