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A potential client emailed me a week ago about me coming over to visit him in another European capital for 12 hours, then he wanted the option of extending the booking to 24 hours. I sent him the details so he could transfer the money via Western Union and he sent 1/3 of the fee as a deposit. I was all set to go and meet this guy and turned downed bookings because I would be unavailable.
We sent a few more emails, and he gave me his address, without a postcode, and told me to take a Taxi to his home. I explained that if this were absolutely necessary, I would, but that I would much rather that he came to meet me as I would have spent hours on a plane for no other reason than to meet him. I explained that to me, him meeting me at the airport would be more important than anything else he could do, and that collecting me was the most polite thing he could do under the circumstances. He proceeded to complain about the hour it would take him to travel to the airport and the hour it would take for him to get back from the airport with me, and the 40‚¬ or 50‚¬ each way in a taxi. The final bit set the alarm bells in my head ringing - why would anyone paying for a 24hour booking complain about an extra 40‚¬ or 50‚¬?
I asked him to try his best to meet me at the airport, and said that if he couldnt meet me, I would take a taxi, but he decided to cancel the booking. I am disappointed, he seemed like such a nice man, but this is his loss. If a man is so inconsiderate as to begrudge such a small gesture to make me feel comfortable after a flight, he doesnt deserve 24 hours of my time. No amount of money can replace manners.
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Added on: 04/26/06 16:29
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In a few months time, I'll be 25, and then I'll be 'a proper grown up', also known as 'big people'.
I am becoming big people in other important ways now though, like a set of things that they call 'bills'. I am very lazy, and hate the thought of standing up in the bank, or hanging on a phoneline to pay bills, so I took the direct debit option. Powergen decided that they would only organise estimates of my electricity bills, and that these estimates would be based on the Blackpool Illuminations, or some Illuminati plot to impoverish me. The City of Westminster did a similar thing with my Council Tax. When I had my 'little people' way of thinking, I just thought it was unfair. Then I went into 'big person mode' and have recovered 770.
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Added on: 04/19/06 09:11
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At first we started out real cool
Promising me services I had never seen
But now, you're getting comfortable
Ain't doing those things you said no more
You're slowly making me pay for things
And then you said we'd go to court (court)
Even though you took all my money out the bank
And you have the audacity
To even come and step to me
Ask to hold some money from me
Until you get my refund demand
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Silly me, why haven't I found another?
An electricity company,
for when Powergen take all my dough
I need someone to help prove Blackpool illuminations aint in my flat
Instead of a thief like you in the damned council tax department
{Chrous:}
How did you generate my electricity bills?
Did you record me querying my council tax bills?
Can you remember me paying my light bills?
Do you even gimme a thing for these damned bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don't think you do
So, you and me are through
How did you generate my electricity bills?
Did you record me querying my council tax bills?
Can you remember me paying my light bills?
Do you even gimme a thing for these damned bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don't think you do
So, you and me are through
{Verse 2 :}
Now you've been draining my account (count)
Taking the piss with the huge direct debits,
Then you tell me, that I did not pay your bill
That we're all bopping to the courthouse
And that the baliff's taking over your thieving
There is no point me complaining
And then you say I have to pay for your lawyer
When it's you, not me that's the debtor
And then when all my faxes come
All of a sudden you be acting dumb
You suddenly forget how to read, then delay my goddamned rebate
I would really love to strangle you all, but I have to resist the bait
{:}
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Silly me, why haven't I found another?
An electricity company,
for when Powergen take all my dough
I need someone to help prove Blackpool illuminations aint in my flat
Instead of a thief like you in the damned council tax department
{Repeat Chorus}
{Bridge}
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another
You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another
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Added on: 04/11/06 08:58
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This week I am filled with longing, toe-twitchingly intense are we nearly there yet? longing. Is it a bloke? Please! Its a wonderful little treat from myself to myself. Four whole days of being spoilt and doing what I want to do, but not yet. Not until Thursday evening.
Its ok, I can wait. Calmly, and patiently. Yes, I WANT IT NOW!!! But I can wait. YES I CAN!!! And I will. Ill have a nice cup of tea to calm me down. I wont look at the website, filled with longing and yearning, or sigh. I wont cast a lustful gaze down the bulging length of the list of treatments available. I will wait!
Clients are great at the moment, they give me somthing else to think about, to enjoy. Oh, and Ive got a wedding to go to on Thursday. Ive just had a text message.
Ill let you know more
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Added on: 04/10/06 06:39
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People find it strange that I believe in God. I am not going to sell you God, nor will anyone take my faith away (well, maybe the Mormons, but they keep on trying to take my soul now they accept that black people have souls - they didn't think we did before).
Sometimes, bad things get a group discount and all turn up at once. At those times, I think that I have been totally drained and have nothing left. Then I realise that I am truly blessed, and the blessing is the flip side of the curse I thought had wiped me out. One minus one is one.
I wonder how long I could survive on a blessing alone, but I have never had the chance to test it, fortunately. I was talking to a very special young woman today about something that has really worried me. She made the most sincere and absolute offer she could, I was already planning to do the same thing, but her offer touched me.
I feel so much better, simply because she has such a big heart, such courage and such generosity. She almost certainly didn't realise what her offer meant, she just felt it was necessary.
Never underestimate the kindness of strangers.
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Added on: 04/05/06 15:02
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I like to meet people in neutral territory before I bring them into my home. Equally, a client always has a chance to establish that he is comfortable with me that way. Nevertheless, in the past 15 months, I have only met three clients I felt uneasy with: one peed in my shower when he got back here and can be accurately classified as a very eccentric Englishman, the other was that guy who sold things and the third one was a guy I met today. He called me at 16:45, asked me whether Anal was included in the price, I explained that I dont charge extras. I gave him the address of the pub Id meet him in, and we agreed to meet at 17:30. I waited there until 17:45, and sent him a text when I left letting him know that Id warn people that he is a timewaster. He called and apologised, delivering a long, convoluted excuse. I went back and met him, he had ordered himself two drinks. He had so much luggage and baggage with him that I thought he was en route to the Antartic! Listening to him, I would have said talking to him, but he just bleated on like a coke-head. It was a tedious monologue, an utterly irrelevant stream of consciousness. He had explained that he had lost a packet of cigarettes on his way and would retrace his steps on his motorbike to find it. Then he changed his mind and decided to ask someone in the pub for one. I was feeling increasingly embarassed. Then the weirdo decided he wanted to ask me about what else I do when Im not seeing clients - as though I would tell someone I found seriously strange anything like that!
He kept on trying to tell me more about himself, his Ethiopian ex-girlfriend, the Polish ex-girlfriend and half the phonebook, in the misguided belief that would make me more open with him. I tried to get him to stop his monologue for a minute,and eventually, he did stop speaking for sixty glorious seconds. Unfortunately, he decided to take his cuddly toys out and put the head of the tigger toy into the groin of the green monster. I decided that I could not bear the thought of him being in my flat, nor was I going to have sex with him. I called a good friend of mine, another escort who agreed that seeing someone I was uncomfortable with would not be a good move, made my excuses and left.
He called me twice on my mobile. I explained that I could not see him because he was too damned weird. He said I was being very unfair - as though I have no right to decide who I do and dont see. I had not taken a penny from him, I had given him every chance to prove he could behave normally. A scruffily-dressed man, with about 4 scruffy pieces of luggage would be conspicious enough in my building - even if he were behaving normally. He says he will post a bad review of me on punternet. I look forward to reading it!
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Added on: 04/03/06 13:53
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This job can be so easy. A nice guy, lots of money and a mutual desire to have fun. Sometimes, I even get to have another girl along for even more pleasure. It also feels good when another escort asks me to help her get work and I can. It all feels good when I organise a booking with a client and make an arrangement with the other girl. I guess its pretty similar to how it feels for the client. To be fair, this was my third choice girl, but it still should have been fun.
Then on the morning, I tried calling to confirm and got no answer. The client was on his way, I started trying to find someone else. My enthusiasm gradually became stress and panic. The client arrives, this other escort is definately looking like a no-show, but I get an envelope containing both our fees. I cant describe the frustration of having to count out the money in two piles, knowing that Ill have to return one to him. I get annoyed when clients let me down. I hated having to cancel one regular client recently because Id been in a smoky club all evening and my sinuses were punishing me, but the client understood. It burns me even more when my lovely clients get let down by these unreliable escorts. <!--break--> If there is one good thing about this, its that I have more sympathy for clients who get let down.
Come back soon Gia!
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Added on: 03/27/06 09:45
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One of the toughest aspects of being an escort and posting anything on the internet is that strangers, whom you will probably never meet, decide that they know you and can then attempt to tell you how you are (I missed the God's obituary, and the reading of His will in which he must have bequeathed those people his power). One of their myths about me is that I am incredibly beautiful, have no insecurities whatsoever about my body and love using my perfect body to make the aesthetically challenged feel worse. Whatever else I do, I am still a woman, so I still have parts of my body I'm not completely happy with, but I'm generally comfortable in my skin.
Yesterday morning, I got a call from a new client. He was a tad nervous, so I set about relaxing him. Then he told me what he did for a living - let's just say it's a job I associate with perfect bodies - and I became terrified. I didn't say anything and tried to conceal my own nerves. He probably had the best physique of all my clients, but what surprised me was that he thought my body was sexy. You can't really analyse these things, but I think men's ideas about what makes a woman sexy are quite different from women's ideas.
If anyone can explain the difference, I'd be grateful. Now I'm off to get dressed!
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Added on: 03/17/06 04:39
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This can be the best job in the world. A lovely guy who calls, says hed like to spend a few hours with you - and a friend of yours. He turns up smelling wonderfully clean and fresh, pays you, and brings a good bottle of champagne. Gia (in the pucture - isn't she gorgeous?) and I had a lovely time, and the client seemed happy too. Sex, jokes, and way too much booze. Imagine getting paid for the warm-up to a night-out!
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Added on: 03/10/06 06:23
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From time to time, people call me and ask about my rates:
- Is Oral included?
- Is anal included?
- Are shower facilities and towels included?
- Is kissing included?
The answer to those questions is yes, but that is partially because I couldnt cope with adding on extras, or having a notepad by the bed to record each kiss etc.
Unfortunately, I have been judging other entities by my own standards. Imagine my surprise when I ask someone how much a big-ticket item is, they give me a price (which nearly gives me heart-failure), I send them payment, then they come back to me with a list of extras - Accessories, VAT, delivery. Having spoken to a few clients about this, it seems this is standard practice with civilian enterprises, which suprises me, because Escorts dont often come out looking like the best people to do business with.
Im actually proud of us escorts, or maybe the purse-ache is making me delirious!
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Added on: 03/06/06 09:40
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