Yesterday I had a wonderful dinner date with a lovely gentleman who had read my previous entry and probably took pity on me. I see this customer once a year, regular like clockwork, every summer, to indulge in his proclivity, namely me.
On the recommendation of my landlady we went to a lovely Greek restaurant for a dinner where the portions were huge and the prices were reasonable. If any client would like a recommendation for a lovely Greek meal at reasonable prices near my working flat in Victoria, please drop me a line.
The company was lovely. We caught up with what was going on in our lives since we last saw each other a year ago. We both had the Dover Sole accompanied with a bottle of Pinot Grigio, not too sweet, not too dry; perfect with the chargrilled fish. We then had a leisurely walk back to the flat where we got down to working off the dinner.
We then had our parting of the ways, he back to Sussex, me back to Surrey. On taking a taxi home from the train station, I didn’t even let the impromptu advice from the taxi driver put me off my good mood. “You have a really lovely personality,” Mr. Taxi Driver says as I left him fare plus tip, and probably because I said my thank yous where appropriate and he may not’ve been used to that sort of behaviour. “But try and lose a few pounds.”
Oh Mr. Taxi Driver. If you only knew how I made my living. I make my living because of my meaty arse that men like to get hold of, my juicy thighs that men like to get inbetween and my bountiful bosom that men like to lose their face in. Lose weight? I think not, sir. But thank you for your advice all the same. And thank you “D”, for a wonderful evening. Hope you got home safely and this time with less delays on the train.
On a final note, I would like to apologise to those who thought my last entry was utter misery. Yes, it was, but that was exactly how I felt on Tuesday, and this is what this blog signifies, my thoughts and feelings, on this job and anything else that attracts my attention. It was a day in the life of an escort, and it was one of those days. It isn’t always sweetness and light, there is also the somewhat darker side to this job, and I’d be doing myself and those that read my blog regularly a disservice if I didn’t enter my true thoughts about my days as an escort. It was written from the heart, like every other entry I have made before that. I hope you understand.
I still do plan to leave when I can, I’m afraid that feeling hasn’t changed. But I’ll make sure to take with me the sort of happy memories created last night, not to mention other great times I’ve had with clients and leave the other stuff behind.
