Las Vegas- Vegas, baby, Vegas. And Keith Curtis is taking every possible advantage of the fact that he’s here in Sin City. I’m trying to conduct a serious interview with Curtis who has a website devoted to picking up women. It’s called www.wannahaverealsex.com and, while we’re chatting, Curtis is trying to pick up a woman if you believe that. He apologizes profusely. I tell him bullshit that he’s probably a compulsive womanizer. Recognizing the truth when it stares him in the face, Curtis agrees.
“I need tips for scoring pussy in Vegas” I tell Curtis. “Even though I’m not going to be there.” Curtis asks me why I’m not in Vegas and I reply it’s because I’ve been there enough to know better.
“The Mandalay Bay- we’re just swallowed up in this place,” says Curtis who’s attempting a little promotion on his behalf. Besides the site, Curtis has also written a 300 page book titled The American Male’s Guide On How to Get More Pussy.
“You’re there to field test your advice, in other words,” I tell Curtis who also has a weekly stint where he calls in with the tip of the week on The Wanker Show, KSEX, www.ksexradio.com
“I’m just trying to help the guys out, man,” he says innocently. “More pussy.” Asked how he got into this, ahem, line of work, Curtis says he’s been a Professional Player since the age of 17. “It came to me. I was watching one of those 1-900 call me baby commercials on TV. These guys are spending $3.99 a minute or five bucks a minute and they’re just jacking off, talking to some broad on the phone. These guys could get real pussy and maybe they just need a few tips. So I put this beautiful book together.” Curtis was even willing to give me an autographed copy.
“There was a time when I could have written this book,” I tell him.
“I did it for you,” says Curtis.
“One thing you can’t cover in a chapter is getting older,” I tell him. And that’s about when I had lost Curtis to a conversation with a slim blond passer by and I could hear him dishing out some pretty thick bullshit. Curtis gets back on the phone. “I can’t stop- what can I tell you.”
I express the understanding for Curtis’ need to keep in practice. “You can’t lose your edge,” I says. So Curtis asks me what I do and I tell him I write about the business.
“You got to write about me,” he says. I tell Curtis I’m trying to, I’m trying to.
Curtis belly roars. “I’m not blowing you off,” he explains. “I don’t know, man. This girl is 5’7″ Maybe 6-foot in heels. Thin, blond, gorgeous. Aquamarine eyes.”
Curtis gives me an answer to the next question that I’d fully expect. “I love ’em all,” he says of women. “I just love the girls. But I don’t like those that hang out in the gym forever. Other than that I love them all.”
I ask Curtis if he keeps records on the number of women he’s scored with. “Nah, I never did,” he says. “Getting the pussy is the easiest part. Getting the money, now that’s the hard part. That’s a whole ‘nuther book altogether. And I’m going to write that book after the convention.”