The mornings after good sex are always the best ones. Minus the sex hair.
The mornings after good sex are always the best ones. Minus the sex hair.
I fear the intelligent.
They must be insane with the sins they know.
If you have appreciation for Middle Eastern films, watch this movie. Not only is the music phenomenal, but the entirety of it is beautiful; incredible acting, a hilarious housekeeper, and even a few heart-wrenching scenes. I actually started crying towards the end. Who knows, maybe that’s just my PMS.
Regardless, you can watch the entire thing on Hulu:
I also died towards the end where the woman is like “What’s the big deal? TONS of my friends are Lebanese!” I’ve heard this so many fucking times… Oh my gosh. WATCH IT.
can someone please help me password protect this dumb fucking blog since he fucking found it A LONG TIME AGO AND I REALLY DONT WANT TO DELETE IT AND IM FUCKING TECHNOLOGICALLY IMPAIRED
IM SERIOUSLY SO UPSET I COULD CRY
UGH NO PLEASE DO NOT DELETE YOUR BLOG ;-( ;-( ;-(
ugh ugh ugh. ugh ughughughguhguhguhguhguhgugh. Gah I’m going to text you once my phone finishes charging!
So I need to rant out here on my blog. And so it’s known, the only reason I discussed rates via email was because my website is still under construction and my updated rates are not anywhere to be found.
My rant is actually not about this one, exact client. It’s about clients who have this type of mentality.
Every client wants to stand out to escorts. Every client wants to feel as though he’s not like the “rest of the clients” out there.
And you know what? I’m going to tell you all a story. A story called: My best client ever.
Outside of my current three, favorite clients, I had one client in the past who has always had (and always will have) a special place in my heart. He always booked for extended bookings, booked EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK. (sometimes even twice a week, for pete’s sake!), regularly brought me gifts, took me out to the most amazing Middle Eastern restaurants, treated me with utmost respect, and has always checked in with me periodically since to see how I am doing.
Unless you are willing to do all of that, I hate to break your little heart, but.. you’re not going to be “unique” from other clients. You literally fall right in with the rest of the crowd. The only guys who stand out from the rest of the crowd are clients who book me religiously, give often, and respect me during every minute of our time together. They’re the ones who book for extended periods, provide fine dining, hold the car door open, and remember the littlest things they’re told.
Yes, I’m sure that every person reading this thinks that I’m heartless, but this isn’t meant to be a negative, hurtful thing. It’s simply the truth. If you want to stand out from the crowd, you’re not going to do it by having a “unique” personality or impeccable bedroom skills. I’ve had hilarious clients who have Jerry Seinfeld level humor, clients whose intelligence seem like they jumped out of the Matrix, clients with sex skills from a James Deen porno, and clients so sweet that I’ve nearly gotten cavities. It’s just the truth. I’ve seen it all. There are no more surprises.
A huge reason why I even escort anymore is because the pay is phenomenal. And a client who is willing to invest not only his time, but his money, with me means a lot. To top it off, when they bring items that I typically can’t afford on my own (or do not wish to shell out so much cash for) it seriously makes me leap with joy. Those are the clients who stand themselves apart from the crowd. They’re the ones who mean the most to me. They’re the ones that I bring homemade baked goods for and the ones I wear the sexiest lingerie for. They’re the ones I’m eager to please the most, and most of all - they are the most memorable ones around.
If you want to be a one of a kind client, then choose an SP, book with her frequently, invest in her, and never fail to respect her. In doing so, you’re only making your future with her brighter and brighter with each action. If this seems like too much money and investment, then stop seeking out high-end providers, for goodness sake!
Seriously, if you’re contacting high-end providers then not only should you be accepting of the hourly rates, but you should understand that this is literally a luxury. Cherish it.
That’s it. I’m done ranting for the evening.
Lol “XO” is what I’ve always placed at the end of my emails with clients. However, I never associated it with a “love” type thing, you know?
How do you handle a client signing his emails to you with:
(Insert his name here)”
I’m just now getting this from a client I don’t see very often. He’s from out of state and only comes to my area every now and then, so we’ve only met five times since this summer. He’s very passionate and seems like he needs affection - which don’t get me wrong, I give! But I’m not sure how providers respond to things like this. He’s not quite a “regular” so I’m not comfortable signing my emails to him with the same thing. If he was someone I saw every week like my other two, then I’d probably be daring enough to do such a thing.
Ignore it? Or am I being too uptight about responding like this? I’ve never had to do this.
Do you guys ever have those days…
where you go to the bed to look up more cleaning tips on Pinterest
and the next thing you know you’re laying in a pool of lube and your pussy is throbbing?
Or when you go to make salad and the same thing happens
Or you go to watch TV and the same thing happens
Or you just - and the same thing happens.
Here’s some more diabetes for you guys to look at.
Last night’s dinner date with the other couple went really well. They also live in a corner unit, but on the exact opposite side of the building from us. To top it off, their loft was probably 3x the size of ours, had a few brick walls, and they definitely placed more time and money into it. It turns out that they picked out their place when the building was first being converted from the factory into what it is now, and that was quite a few years ago.
At first I felt super uncomfortable (slobbish, actually), but after I finally stopped caring and just opened up and let myself be, it was then that they suddenly seemed more interested in speaking with me. Originally they had been speaking with Chinaman, and asked him a bit about his work. He talked about all of the research he has been doing for one of the top universities in our country, the work he has had published, and how his classes at school were going, and honestly… it made me feel so dumb. Here I am, struggling through school (despite having maintained being on the Dean’s List since I first began), no true passion in life, and I just can’t figure shit out. I basically told them that I have trouble seeing life as anything other than black and white. I flat out said that I know that whatever job I get, I won’t be able to follow my passion AND make good money - that it has to be one or another. I said that I’m good at art and that’s it. I suck at math, science, history, the languages, everything… And THAT is when the guy gave me a lecture. It turns out, that I couldn’t be anymore like this couple. Both of them are the exact same, and the guy walked me around the place and showed me all of his drawings, paintings, and photography. He looked at mine and told me that it’s phenomenal. He says that anyone can take a photo, but “it takes an artist to see what others don’t.” It was then that it felt like we were reenacting the scene of The Dreamers where the Parisian twins’ father has a deep conversation with Matthew.
Idk. I don’t really want to go TOO off task, but basically… I’m in a different place today. I’ve been thinking about everything they said last night. I’m not really happy with what I’ve been doing, and I always feel like there’s something else I should be doing with my life. Ultimately, my goal is to move to Phoenix, work from home, make amazing money, and actually go out and enjoy life. But the chances of that happening are slim to none. I know that I need to perk up more, but idk. I’ve got a lot to think about.
Anyway… I used some cheap molds from Meijer to make peppermint bark (in the shape of gingerbread men & snowflakes) and made a ton more of those peppermint cake pops because all of them only lasted a few days.
Some fitspiration to any of my followers out there who are currently struggling with me!
I think I might make a post about it later on the Escorting Safety blog, but regardless, it would/will be about not just physical health, but mental health as well. Recently I’ve been beating myself up just way too much. Despite the fact that I have cut caffeine entirely out of my diet (despite a piece of chocolate now and then) and greatly reduced eating out (no, not the pussy, I mean the food), I really haven’t noticed any jaw-dropping changes with my body. I still have 10 more pounds that I need to lose if I’d like to have the killer body I had back in high school.
Today I caved in, skipped the gym, didn’t do any strength training at home, and I ordered mexican and ate three tacos, had some nachos, and half of a medium, chocolate & Oreo milkshake. I quickly decided that I need to focus more on not just eating right to lose weight, but to make a lifestyle change as well. I’ve only been drinking water, juice, and tea the past couple months, but I’ve realized that juices are absolutely loaded with unnecessary sugar and it’s probably a great factor in what’s preventing desired results. SO to fix that, I went out and bought a case of cran-raspberry LaCroix, Chamomile tea, Yogi’s Peppermint tea, and green tea. I also picked up tons of soup, some ingredients to make my own, homemade soup, a tiny bit of whole grain pasta (I try to avoid pasta when eating “healthy”), frozen fruits, and vegetables for us to grill throughout the week. I also am contemplating making a fitness blog, but honestly, I suck at updating this and ESPECIALLY suck at updating the ES blog, so I doubt I’d manage it.
Again, sorry if this somehow makes its way to becoming a half-escorting, half-health blog. I’m just trying to motivate myself.
So I really want to wear leggings with my over-the-knee boots for dinner tomorrow….
but I don’t know how to get cum/lube (not really sure which one it is at this point) stains out of them. I swear to god, I’ve never worn these with pants. Or outside of getting fucked…
HOW DO YOU GET STAINS OUT OF SUEDE?
I guess in a way, it’s the little things that mean most. Before when I used to picture a client handing me a present, I always imagined it would be an expensive bottle of Chanel perfume, diamond earrings from Tiffany’s, or a $2,000 pair of Giuseppe Zanottis. But really, sometimes there are other gifts that mean more than any of those.
I saw one of my clients for the first time this month. We only meet up once each month, and each time it’s as though we learn something new about each other. He actually remembered something that I had mentioned MONTHS ago and incorporated it into a gift for me. Usually he brings me wine, or sometimes the littlest things like chocolates or flowers, but this time he actually personally wrapped a gift for me.
He knows I love the color black, so he had a black box wrapped with black ribbon, with even black paper tissue on the inside. It was beautiful. I pulled out a pair of vintage leather gloves by Morley and an unbranded purse. He reminded me of how I said I wanted to one day own a pair of “vintage gloves”, but the funny part is that I remember that conversation, and the only reason I mentioned vintage gloves was because I was thinking of Audrey Hepburn’s long, black satin gloves that she wore in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I never made this clear, though, so he assumed that I just meant any kind of vintage gloves in general. Either way, they’re gorgeous. The leather still smells strong, and the entire inside is lined with rabbit fur. I was kind of upset about it being real fur, but I figured that, oh well - they’ll keep my hands warm this winter.
I think I’m going to wear the purse with my outfit tomorrow for dinner. I might make a post about it later, but Chinaman and I are having dinner with another couple who live four floors above us. They have a gorgeous view and are going to cook Vietnamese for us (I hate Vietnamese food, but I’m going to try and tough it out). Either way, I’m pretty pumped. The guy actually owns a wedding catering business in our city that was used in a movie that came out about a year or two ago! I’m planning on talking to him more about it tomorrow. I wonder if he met any of the celebrity actors/actresses in it (more than likely he didn’t, but I’ll ask anyway).
As for the rest of the night, I’m heading out to do some grocery shopping, then Chinaman and I are going to have my favorite authentic Mexican delivered, and we’re staying in and watching movies while I pick out which outfit I want to wear to dinner tomorrow.
I appreciate getting presents from clients and all, but I hate when it involves real fur :-(
I mean, I know I have my Italian Add Down with fox fur, but I bought that over a year ago without thinking. I still regret it! Ughughugh.
Am I the only one who thinks that the annual Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show is a holiday of its own?
Soooo I’m out of work this week and it’s literally the first day of nothing to do - and I’m bored out of my mind. I’m actually about to go crazy. I’m not even seeing clients until this weekend.
And after seeing Starbuck’s new peppermint candy cane cake pops this weekend, I figured to try and make my own.
I simply poured cake batter into a pan, baked it as though I was making a cake, then took it out, let it cool, and mashed it up. Then added frosting and mashed it all again, and rolled a bunch of tiny little cake balls and placed them in mini cupcake cups to sit. After that I dipped the cake pop sticks in frosting, stuck them into the cake balls, and froze them overnight. Today I took them out, melted baking chips, dipped the cake pops in the chocolate, sprinkled candy cane (I placed the candy canes in a plastic bag and used the frosting can to smash them) pieces on top, and placed into a glass jar to cool (shown above). It only took 30 seconds for the chocolate to cool, and once the glass was filled I switched them out and placed them upside down back in the cupcake holders that they were originally in.
Once I finished all of them, I cut up saran wrap into little squares, twisted it onto them, tied red ribbon, and trimmed up the bottoms.
Some of them are going to work with Chinaman tomorrow, and the rest I’m going to place into little baggies and hang on the doors of our neighbors by us in our hall. We never really talk to them but I figured maybe this could be a kind gesture.
Oh and to top it off, the total cost of the stuff came up to be about $12, and it made 30 cake pops, which means each cake pop only costed $0.40, as opposed to the $1.60 price tag that comes along with each, individual cake pop at Starbucks. Rip offs.