Subdued

We all do stupid things from time to time, some more then others. When it came to being an escort though I really was not trying to take too many risks. Yet there were a few times that I did. If anything goes wrong in a session the only thing I had to rely on were my own reflexes, so doing things that dull them were never in my best interest. Even so, if I had time to go grab food I would often also grab a drink, and a few times I got a little wavy.

Once I was in the suburb of Philadelphia, and dropped by a Houlihans for a late lunch. Afterwards I went back to my room, freshened up, and layed in bed waiting for my next encounter, which was a first timer. Mind you I was pretty done in from 3 glasses of wine, what can I say the bartender was cute. I lucked out greatly that day, as the fella that walked through my door turned out to be a huge sweetie pie. Just one of those Teddy bears. I don't recall any details :) but I did become his ATF and he did become a regular. In conclusion sometimes being drunk helps.

Reflection

It has been a good chunk of time since I have stopped escorting, yet I am still holding onto some things. I did burn all of my hooker clothes, that was fun, all of the lace and chiffon lit up very quickly. On the other hand I still log onto the hooker forum. It is stranger then I thought it would be to go back to the civilian world. It is like coming out of hiding. A strange feeling not to stutter when someone asks you what you do for a living. I do not regret having done it, I maybe wish that I had gotten out a bit sooner, before it had a chance to affect me as much, but being an escort taught me a great deal of things. For one I am the best at separating sex from emotion, even to the point that I now have trouble having the sweet, romantic kind of feelings for the lucky few I procreate wih. This may have started long before I became a pro, but my career definitely sped up the process.