Woke Up and The Sun Was Shining

Did I mention my day-job boss is out of town. This means, some days, way more work, some, way less. Today was a way less day. Had to make some phone calls, and walk a dog. So I booked on first thing, and got a call right away. And it was a call back, at that! Great way to start the month. They keep stats on the sources of all our calls. (ie Call-backs, Internet pictures, Sun Ads, or people just calling in randomly; Generals) Right now I’m not doing a lot to promote myself, so the majority of my calls are generals. The agency doesn’t appreciate that very much. That might be why I haven’t been getting a lot of calls lately. So I go to this call, walk the dog, then I get another call-back, Frank, then I make my calls. It’s a good day. It seems that I’m making everyone happy today. Clients, bosses, and I’ve got a bit of cash in my pocket. Finally! 

My first client had such a dirty mouth. I loved it! ha ha. I'm not so good with the dirty talk myself, but the stuff he was saying, my goodness! And he knew I loved it. As he was walking me out, he asked, "So what are the chances of a date? Slim to none?" I'm glad he acknowledged that. "Yup," I said, "I've tried it before, and just got screwed." I wanted him to know it wasn't personal. He was cute, but when I put my face close to his, I could smell so much coke, it kinda made my eyes water. It was personal. And I knew that if I gave this guy access to my personal life, he would get bored very quickly. He seems to be the type of guy who always wants more. Very Peter Pan.

Frank is going in for surgery in a couple days. I’m worried about him. He says I shouldn’t be. But I told him to call me through the agency when he gets out. It’s a hip replacement. I feel so bad for the guy. I’m curious how you picture him. When I picture an old man, I often picture the guy that Pixar created to play chess, it was the intro to either Monsters Inc, or Toy Story… frail, old, yet witty. This is not Frank at all. He’s this huge bear of a man. I told him today, I feel so tiny beside him. I just care about him, and want him to be ok.  

I also went through the photos again. They are not that bad. It’s like a hair cut. Sometimes, you just need to wait a day. We took 90, and there were about 11 that I really liked. There’s one where I’m wearing this little white lace dress, and a tiny bit of labia is showing. Oh so subtly. Is it wrong that I like that one best? Haha. What’s funny though, is none of them were really really bad. I think I need to start being nicer to myself.

So, funny thing about blogs is I can see how people found my site, sort of. Like search words for example. There are a few I find funny, like “what is like having a dinner date with an escort” or “why do girls become hobby escorts” ha ha, I find it so random. Mmm… dinner dates… so awful… ha ha ha.