Los Angeles Magazine has a tell-all memoir penned by one of the "Jack Sparrows" that play Disneyland — a steamy tale of resistance and women throwing themselves at you.
I'll be honest: I didn't follow all the Disney rules. I played Jack like he was real, and if a woman flirted, I would flirt back. Women loved it. But there were also women who would have too many beers at California Adventure or smuggle in alcohol you could smell on their breath, women who were clearly sloshed.
Here's a napkin someone wrote on for me: "I will give you a blow job on your break, so sexy! Kim–714-XXX-XXXX." I would also get offers from women in my ear: "Anything you want, just find me." I had a girl who had turned 18 the day before. She was with a high school group, and she wrote down her room number at the Downtown Disney hotel. I had a lady hump my leg one day in the park.