How 'bout No.

“Hey Alison, How’s it going?”

“It’s good. Whose this?”

“You know who it is, you never called me the other night” I then recognised the Jamaican accent that is no longer sexy. I hate that he has my cell number. I must not have blocked it when calling him in the early days.

“Hey Jerome. I did call you! When I said I was going to, at 5! You never called me back” I laughed, keeping my scolding playful.

“I did call you” he said in a husky tone.

“Jerome, I don’t answer 2am phone calls.”

“Oh well, come on now”

“I also wanted to tell you that I don’t appreciate you haggling with me all the time.”

“What do you mean?! But I call you direct, you don’t have to go through the agency.”

“That doesn’t matter, I told you my price, and that is what I’m worth.”

“Yeah, but I’m a nice guy-“

“And I’m a nice girl, and I do well enough that I don’t need to be haggling”

“But why should I have to pay that much when you don’t have to pay them? I should get a deal! I know you love it” Oh my god the arrogance of some men.

“Listen Jerome, I’ve told you. Take it or leave it”

“Alright then honey, I’ll be calling you next week”

Ugh, I hope not.

I’m starting to find that if you give them an inch, they take a mile, and the guys who I like the most, the ones that sneak under my skin a little, they’re the ones who do the most damage. I like the nobody clients. The ones you don’t hear about because they are non-events. Nice, clean, respectful, and they understand that they’re hiring me. Tonight my client paid me the full price for the first hour, and tried to convince me to stay for 4 more hours for $200. “Off the clock, no one has to know. You can book off. Just between you and me…” He says. This dude looks like John Malcovitch's ugly brother, and there is no chemistry. And he thinks I want to stay. I just keep telling him that the price for the first hour is the same as the second hour, it’s the third hour that there would be a little bit of a discount. As per the website! I don’t make this shit up. The whole time while ‘negotiating’ with him, I’m hoping that he doesn’t accept the deal. He keeps telling me it's up to me, but then pushes for a discount. Of course all the whilst rubbing my naughty bits. Sexy!

I think I’m cranky tonight. It’s 3:15 am now, and I actually had to wake up early this morning! Ugh!!! Perhaps I should just go to bed, rather than continue to winge. 

No Joke of the Post.