GOOD-BYE AND I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST
Though I have never met any of those of you who have commented on my past blogs or who have been kind enough to email me privately on occasion, I want to say that I have greatly appreciated you thoughts and comments.
Somewhat like the film “Pretty Woman” I met a gentleman recently who wants to give me the fairy tale. He has completely swept me off my feet and I feel incredibly fortunate to have met him.
He told me when we met that it was his desire to spoil me rotten and he has done a magnificent job of that. The only thing he has asked in return is that I leave the business and devote my time and affection only to him. Because he is a very special man who has brought a great deal of happiness and financial security into my life, my decision to leave escorting behind was quite easy.
Though I have always thought how wonderful it would be to have a fairy tale come true, I never believed such a thing could happen to me, but it has.
Reflections On Life and Death
My mom passed away two days after Christmas. She had fallen in her apartment and I felt it best to call 911 and get her to the hospital to make sure she hadn’t suffered a sprain or broken bone. After studying her x-rays and CT scans, the emergency room doctor informed me that she had cancer in her lungs and liver. She was transferred to another hospital with an excellent staff of oncologists. The doctor who saw her there found more cancer in her cervix. This doctor said that treatment options for my mom, who was 89, were limited. She said that best case scenario was 2-3 months for Mom.
Though my mom suffered with a bit of dementia, she adamantly refused additional treatment and she was certainly cognizant enough to make this decision on her own. Through the hospital I contacted Hospice and began making arrangements for the best care I could find for her.
My mom began to fail rapidly when she knew she could never resume living independently in her own home. She rallied a bit on Christmas Day and was able to spend the day with my daughter and me.
I will cherish for the rest of my life those last hours we had together. In the car, on the way to my daughter’s, she held my hand tightly, told me how much she loved me and how much it had meant to her that, with the help of my daughter and myself, she had been able to live on her own these past few years. We had a wonderful afternoon together.
Two days after Christmas she died. I really believe Mom decided she was ready to go. She always lived life on her own terms and that is the way she chose to end it.
Her death has left an enormous hole in my life. She lived within walking distance from me and I saw her almost every day and spoke to her several times a day by phone. She no longer drove so I did all her grocery shopping, took her wherever she wished or needed to go, cleaned her apartment for her, often cooked for her, and she, my daughter and I had brunch together every Sunday. She was always the one I turned to when I was sad, hurt or troubled. She was there for me all the years of my life and I miss her terribly.
Were there times over the past five years when I was very frustrated? Oh, yes. Was I sometimes impatient with her? Yes. Did I sometimes feel resentful of the fact that I wasn’t free to come and go as often as I wished in my own life? Yes. Did I spend as much time with her as I could have? No. Did she ever chastise me for these failures? No, not one single time. She loved with a mother’s unconditional love, right up to her death. She forgave me for my failures as a daughter. It’s going to take some time for me to learn to forgive myself.
The Pleasures of Maturity
A couple of days ago a regular client of mine called to compliment me on my new photo spread in an adult magazine. I was very flattered when he told me that he uses a couple of my photos as his screensaver. He told me that when friends ask him who he would recommend as a provider, he shows them my photos.
Now, this particular gentleman is in his sixties and the men who have asked him for a recommendation are in their early fifties and up. He told me that a couple of them have made the comment, “She’s too old. I like the young ones. Who wants to see someone over 50?” He told me his answer to them is that they don’t know what they’re missing by not trying a mature woman. This man has hobbied for years and has tried every age – very young, young and mature and decided long ago that mature is the best.
I understand that many gentlemen 45 and above want to go young. I’m sure it’s an ego booster for one (obviously, judging from the number of celebrities, wealthy men and the plethora of dating sites geared toward sugar daddies). Firm young flesh (hard bodies, if you will) and unlined faces are beautiful, there’s no question about that. Youth is incredibly alluring and, as we all know, a great deal of advertising uses youth to attract customers because of that allure. I’m equally certain that there are many young ladies out there who provide quality service and who are very good at what they do. I won’t dispute that.
With that said, I would like to make a case for the more mature ladies. I know I’m not going to change the minds of those men who would never consider someone closer to their own age, so you gentlemen can skip this blog. However, if you’re sitting on the fence about giving mature a chance, read on.
What can be said about experience that isn’t apparent? Men who underestimate the sexual experience a woman can accumulate throughout the course of her lifetime are in for a pleasant surprise should they find themselves lucky enough to be between the sheets with a woman with years behind her. Older, more experienced women are familiar (and often skilled) with a variety of sexual techniques, practiced in a number of sexually pleasing methods, and know when, where and how to utilize this knowledge. What can be most alluring about sex with an older woman is that once her many attributes are appreciated, she is often more sexually adventurous, less inhibited and more sexually creative than her younger counterparts. Older women know how to make the best of a sexual encounter and live each encounter to the fullest – making them more considerate, thoughtful and playful lovers.
We are skilled at good conversation over a glass of wine, we know how to build the sexual tension and desire to a delicious finale. We like to take our time because we understand how to build passion.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, you are in for an incredible experience. I invite you to give it a try and see what you’ve been missing.
Two Sides of the Coin
This morning I was reading a post on one of the big boards I found interesting. It was written by a gentleman who was complaining about how fed up he was with flakes. He had booked an appointment and, 20 minutes beforehand when he called and texted for directions and never heard back from the lady. Understandably he was upset. I would be the first to agree that this is rude and thoughtless behavior.
Another gentleman responded that this sort of thing had begun to infect the hobby (at least here in Phoenix where I live) and included in the equation bad photos, bad reviews, lateness and bad service. He said that hobbyists are asked to behave like gentlemen but then treated like meat. I agree that these things are unacceptable and I understand why men would be upset when such things happen to them.
Well hang on to your shorts fellas because, at least from my purview, what I have personally experienced and what I know of other ladies’ experiences, we ladies deal with just as much, if not more, rude, thoughtless behavior by hobbyists. Here are a few of the things we ladies deal with:
1. Men who hang up in your ear when you answer their question about your donation. Could they not at least say “That’s a bit much for me, but thank you.”
2. Men who text or email “R U available?” Who are you? Do I know you? Available when?
3. Men who, when you provide them with your donation information, attempt to bargain, ask for a discount, tell you that you’re not worth that much, tell you where they got it cheaper, etc.
4. Men who set appointments with you and pull a no call/no show. What’s up with this? One short simple phone call cancelling the appointment would be greatly appreciated, preferably more than 15 minutes prior to the agreed upon time.
5. Men who either get huffy when asked to provide references or who play dumb and profess not to understand what you mean.
6. Men who call and/or email several days ahead of a scheduled date, requesting special outfits, photos “just for me”, detailed descriptions of what they can expect, “a little erotic story” etc. These are almost always the guys who come on strong, promising shopping trips, dinners out, travel, big money, etc. I will qualify this one by saying that I learned long ago these guys are fakes and should be avoided at all cost. They are HUGE timewasters and, I can only assume, sitting there spanking the monkey for free.
As for me, I endeavor to always be professional. My home is always clean and comfortable. I take a lot of time to get ready for an appointment. I am unfailingly polite. I always offer water, coffee, wine, a drink, whatever. I go out of my way to create a pleasant environment. Candles, soft music, sexy outfits. On those rare occasions when I have had to cancel an appointment, I always let the gentleman know well ahead of time. When he’s with me, he has my undivided attention. I greet him with a warm smile and a hug. When we finish, I always offer him a shower if he wishes or, at the minimum, a clean-up with a fresh wash cloth. I never watch the clock and I am never mechanical.
In summary I offer this: Are there a lot of bad escorts out there? Absolutely! There are also a lot of bad hobbyists. Just please keep in mind gentlemen that it’s a two-way street. If you don’t wish to be treated like meat, behave like a gentleman. For us ladies, we must keep in mind that if we want a man to act like a gentleman, we must treat him like one.