I have just booked my hotel and train for tomorrow. I am so not looking forward to the four hours of travel that are awaiting me. Not even to mention all the walking that will be invloved. But it needs to be done, and I know that once I arrive my mood will change completely. There are parts of this job that are so easy and so pelasant (the sessions) and then others that are just a pain in the buttox (everything else). Especially since I no longer drive, funny, I have not been driving in a year and a half. Pretty impressive. I do miss the freedom, but I do not miss the crazy people that are on the road.
Other thing besides travel that I hate doing is writing my advertisements. It is such a pain to come up with some new, witty, clever, and seductive all at the same time. Of course the wad of money at the end is always helpful, unless I end up with cancelations like last week. I had 3 appointments booked and two of them canceled, well actually once canceled at the last minute (he didn't like the hotel) and the other was a NCNS. I hate it when I put all this work into something only to come out with barely making anything.
I have only been advertising on one board recently, but I am starting to think that needs to change. So here goes nothing, aka me trying out another board.
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
My birthday
My birthday just passed and I am doing my best not to dwell on the fact that I am now closer to 30 then I am to 20.
The celebrating went well. Spent the day with a close girlfriend sipping Mimosas, and the evening with a very nice fella, it was our first date. This was a civilian date, tho if you think about it really what is the difference, he had to pay for dinner, drinks, etc. After dinner we went back to my place, played a board game, and were picking a movie to watch. The good times were ruined when H decided to start texting me with insults. It is really sad that he is incapable of understanding that I want nothing to do with him, but this time he took things too far. He decided to start calling me a whore, and not just a whore but a mediocre one, since I have no ass and my tits aren't that big. A totally different song then he was singing when we were together. If I had been sober at the time of receiving these messages I would have just shrugged it off to him being a pathetic loser, but since I was not sober I took it to heart and got really upset. I called my best friend N and told him about it and he said he'll reach out to him and tell him to stop, but in the end he got mad at me for getting him involved in the drama.
I'm over it now, truly, but at the time it did bother the hell out of me, and it hurt. This was the second time in my life that someone has called me a whore out of malice. The first was when I was a dancer in San Francisco, and it also made me cry. I guess whore is just not a term that I am fond of, funny since Cunt is one of my favorite words.
Well I finally figured out how to block phone numbers on my phone and he is officially blocked. Fuck you very much.
On another note my date was really sweet. When the whole thing went down and I felt myself becoming hysterical I asked him to leave, and not only did he do so without arguing he even took the liquor with him when I wasn't looking so that I don't drink more and make shit worse. Or maybe he just wanted it for himself, who knows. Once I caught my breath again, calmed down, and decided that I do not want to end my birthday on such a crappy note I called him and asked if he'd be interested in picking me up and hanging out at his place instead, and so he did.
He's very nice, a perfect gentleman, handsome, and seems to have his shit together. Probably all the years he has spent in the police and military, and by all the years I really do mean a big chunk of change. Which brings in a slight problem. When I first met him I assumed that he was in his mid 30s, yet it turns out that I was off by a decade. I wish that this did not pose an issue but it does. Last time I dated someone with whom I had such a big age gap they treated me like a puppy. So now of course I am afraid that this may happen again, I am even more reluctant because I did tell him of my profession, I do believe in being honest and am not ashamed of what I do. So now I may just be the chic that he gets to fuck for free while others pay. Yes I spent the night with him, and yes we did fuck multiple times, the next day he took me home in the afternoon and I have not heard from him since. I just made that sound like a bad thing, it isn't. It has only been 24 hours. I would truly not care too much if he never called me again, though it might be awkward since I did apply for a job at the bar that we first met at, and I know that he frequents the establishment. I am not actively looking for a man, especially not one that is so much older then me, since the likelihood that anything long term will occur is slim. If someone decides to pursue me, like he did, and the spark is there then I am all for giving it a shot just to see.
I'm not longer sure where I was going with this, so in the end all I have left to say is HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
The celebrating went well. Spent the day with a close girlfriend sipping Mimosas, and the evening with a very nice fella, it was our first date. This was a civilian date, tho if you think about it really what is the difference, he had to pay for dinner, drinks, etc. After dinner we went back to my place, played a board game, and were picking a movie to watch. The good times were ruined when H decided to start texting me with insults. It is really sad that he is incapable of understanding that I want nothing to do with him, but this time he took things too far. He decided to start calling me a whore, and not just a whore but a mediocre one, since I have no ass and my tits aren't that big. A totally different song then he was singing when we were together. If I had been sober at the time of receiving these messages I would have just shrugged it off to him being a pathetic loser, but since I was not sober I took it to heart and got really upset. I called my best friend N and told him about it and he said he'll reach out to him and tell him to stop, but in the end he got mad at me for getting him involved in the drama.
I'm over it now, truly, but at the time it did bother the hell out of me, and it hurt. This was the second time in my life that someone has called me a whore out of malice. The first was when I was a dancer in San Francisco, and it also made me cry. I guess whore is just not a term that I am fond of, funny since Cunt is one of my favorite words.
Well I finally figured out how to block phone numbers on my phone and he is officially blocked. Fuck you very much.
On another note my date was really sweet. When the whole thing went down and I felt myself becoming hysterical I asked him to leave, and not only did he do so without arguing he even took the liquor with him when I wasn't looking so that I don't drink more and make shit worse. Or maybe he just wanted it for himself, who knows. Once I caught my breath again, calmed down, and decided that I do not want to end my birthday on such a crappy note I called him and asked if he'd be interested in picking me up and hanging out at his place instead, and so he did.
He's very nice, a perfect gentleman, handsome, and seems to have his shit together. Probably all the years he has spent in the police and military, and by all the years I really do mean a big chunk of change. Which brings in a slight problem. When I first met him I assumed that he was in his mid 30s, yet it turns out that I was off by a decade. I wish that this did not pose an issue but it does. Last time I dated someone with whom I had such a big age gap they treated me like a puppy. So now of course I am afraid that this may happen again, I am even more reluctant because I did tell him of my profession, I do believe in being honest and am not ashamed of what I do. So now I may just be the chic that he gets to fuck for free while others pay. Yes I spent the night with him, and yes we did fuck multiple times, the next day he took me home in the afternoon and I have not heard from him since. I just made that sound like a bad thing, it isn't. It has only been 24 hours. I would truly not care too much if he never called me again, though it might be awkward since I did apply for a job at the bar that we first met at, and I know that he frequents the establishment. I am not actively looking for a man, especially not one that is so much older then me, since the likelihood that anything long term will occur is slim. If someone decides to pursue me, like he did, and the spark is there then I am all for giving it a shot just to see.
I'm not longer sure where I was going with this, so in the end all I have left to say is HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Brotherly love
I'm more like a vulture far from a dove, don't you mistake this Pa, this is not love. It's lust, no cuddles or hugs, this is for the floor and rugs.
I was recently discussing friendships between men and women. The general opinion is that they are unrealistic because one person will always catch feelings and things will get screwed up. I have been proving this wrong for the last 8 years or more. My best friend, N, and I are like twins that just bust and pick on one another, and like two gay dudes that randomly fuck. Before I go on I want you to think about whom did I just insult more, N for saying he's gay or myself for calling myself a dude? Of course there are feelings in our relationship, I love the kid to death and would give him a kidney if need be. Other then my parents and sister he is on the top of my list of all human beings. Would I ever want to date him? Hell fucking no, he is so not what I am looking for in that department, besides I tower over him when I wear high heels.
Well I also have a couple other guy friends in the same group, and one of them just hit on me for the first time this weekend. DUM Dum dum.
I was recently discussing friendships between men and women. The general opinion is that they are unrealistic because one person will always catch feelings and things will get screwed up. I have been proving this wrong for the last 8 years or more. My best friend, N, and I are like twins that just bust and pick on one another, and like two gay dudes that randomly fuck. Before I go on I want you to think about whom did I just insult more, N for saying he's gay or myself for calling myself a dude? Of course there are feelings in our relationship, I love the kid to death and would give him a kidney if need be. Other then my parents and sister he is on the top of my list of all human beings. Would I ever want to date him? Hell fucking no, he is so not what I am looking for in that department, besides I tower over him when I wear high heels.
Well I also have a couple other guy friends in the same group, and one of them just hit on me for the first time this weekend. DUM Dum dum.
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