Misery loves company

A monotone, flat and disinterested voice asked me for 'details' a few days ago.
I adopted my usual jaunty and jocular manner.....but, nope....i couldn't seem to break through the austere frostiness.

A provisional booking was made, and yes dear reader....i prayed for a mega delay on the M25 or wherever (he was making a 6 hr journey) since with the benefit of thought, i reached the conclusion that i would rather pull hairs from my own anus, than spend time with a complete miseryguts.

He rang to say he had arrived early (by 40 min) and the die was cast.

'You will still have to wait for the appointment time' i said.
This was not recieved very well by 'happy bo**ocks'
'I cannot control how long the journey takes' he whined in accusatory
tones.
This was going to be a right treat!!!

I ruminated, for 5 minutes and rang him back.
'We are simply not going to get on' i said
'Why not?' he replied
I told him he sounded flat and miserable and that frankly (since i am self employed and therefore my own boss) i did not want to spend one minute in what i felt may be an unfriendly environment.

He explained that he always sounded that way and i charitably gave him the benefit of the doubt.
Yes, i received him as a guest and yes he was STILL decidedly unfriendly and non communicative.

HOW ON EARTH CAN GUYS EXPECT TO GET THE BEST FROM A SEX WORKER IF HE IS A MOODY GIT????

I did my very best to be sweet and caring (as always) but boy is it hard when the other party does not even TRY to be sociable.

Funny old world.

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