There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

You know I slept with you and keep sleeping with you because I want to. It has nothing to do with your job. I don’t even really know what it is. I know some men pay for your things and you offer your body in exchange. [he’s not sure how he feels about it all or how he’s supposed to feel. He’s never been with anyone in that position. ]

People have called me eccentric, I’m sure. And I’m not the only weirdo. You’re the one telling me I need to think that it’s normal to accept that I sleep with someone who likes to sell himself. It’s not something I’ve had a chance to get used to yet. Sorry.