A regular blew me off today. I finally got home from where we were supposed to be meeting and called him (since I foolishly didn't bring his cell # with me) and he said "Oh, I forgot."

FORGOT? You just made this appointment with me yesterday morning, for cryin' out loud.

What big ole waste of my time, gas and good mood. A half an hour drive, a half an hour of waiting while reading a magazine I thankfully had in my car, and then a half an hour of driving back home. I was pretty pissed at myself on the drive home for not bringing his phone number with me, especially since it even occured to me to find it but I was in a hurry and decided I wouldn't need it.

Live and learn, I guess.

On the flip side, yesterday I had a terrific day. Not sure what exactly it is about seeing blog readers, but at this point I'm 3 for 3 with having a fabulous time. It probably has something to do with the fact that they've had a glimpse into my head by reading the blog so they're more comfortable than if I were more of a virtual stranger.

At any rate, yesterday afternoon was a damn good time. I was a tad bit stressed at first because I'd been running late all day and then got a little lost and ended up showing up 15 minutes 30 minutes* late at the appointed spot to meet. I felt really badly about making him wait, but he was really cool about the whole thing so I was able to relax pretty quickly.

We spent more time Naked Talking^TM than we did actually engaging in 'festivities,' but he didn't seem to mind. At one point he asked me if I am "this way" with all my clients--and I think he meant am I snuggly and chatty---and I told him that I was, for the most part. Obviously if a gentleman doesn't want that and actively seems to be discouraging it, then I'm not. I was thinking about it afterwards, this conversation, and I felt as though I should have clarified a bit. Some experiences are more 'intimate' than others and I find I have the best times when the man I am with is interested in doing some communicating with me. It's just nice. We are two people, afterall, and I find some people genuinely fascinating to talk to. I feel very lucky when I get to spend time with one of those gentlemen, and yesterday I felt very lucky.

He called me "delightful." Heh, I'm such a sucker for compliments like that.

*The aforementioned gentleman informed me of my error on the time after reading the original post. Eeek!

Posted by: My Secret Life As A Former Prostitute at 6:40 PM

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