F.I.L.F - Chivalry is Not Dead

On a regular day, I would actually be bitter seeing these two teenagers 'loving-doving' infront of me. But today is an especially lovely day for me.

As you can see, I am blogging in the comforts of the plush seats at Old Town White Coffee @Far East Plaza right now, while having *duhh* - coffee. My tummy's cramping pretty bad; having my first day of period, but I'm all grinssss.

A lottttttttt of things have happened and it will take at least 10 posts before I get it all down on blog. But let's start with TODAY.

I met up with, let's call him 'G', at Starbucks at 10.30am this morning for breakfast. G asked me out to go shopping... for lingerie. To begin with... how awesome is THAT??!!!!!!!! Lingerie shopping is the ultimate best (second being bags and shoes, third - dresses). So after that I brought him to the place where I usually buy my naughty intimate wear.

RONDAVOUS - THE hang out place for all naughty lingerie. At first I asked him to choose for me, but being him, he said, "No, you choose. It's for you". Awww, how sweet right?

So I picked out a few to try them on, and with each different piece, I called him into the changing room to see. NOW, I would surely know why men should NEVER be allowed into the changing rooms. For a while there I went 'ouh, ouh', when I saw his gleaming eyes light up. He inched closer and we started kissing... slowly nibbling my lips and then held me tighter, flicking my nipples. He got soooo turned on by the 'barely there' lingerie that we almost end up making out in the changing room.

That happened 3 more times with the other pieces I tried on, but in term of intensity, the first piece definitely bagged the trophy. I didn't look at the price tags cos I didnt want to be choosing based on price/ most expensive so I merely picked based on preference, which eventually did turn out to be the most expensive :P How I know?... hmmm...

After shopping, we went back to his place, where I'm having the best sex ever for the second time in the week with G. I told you I was addictive.

My first date with G was last Friday. The entire process was the easiest and fastest I've ever done. More convenient than online shopping - he dropped me an email with all the info I need, *POOF* I show up at his door the next morning and he claims to not being able to stop thinking about me ever since.

And G is farrrrrrrrrr from ogre-ly. Just now when I went back to the same shop (2nd time today) to get YET another pair of stockings, the Pinoy shop assistant who already knows me by name, was saying... "Wah ma'am, your husband is so handsome!"

Husband??? I WISHHH!!!!!

Not wanting to look like a skank, I told her that he was my fiance' (at least it sounds better than 'boyfriend'). Then I asked her how much the earlier purchase added up to and I was flabbergasted by the amount.

$400?????!!!!!

It might not mean alot to some people but if I had known that 'barely there' flimsy piece was THAT expensive, I definitely would have chosen something else. I could have gotten 3 uber-gorgeous lacey corsets instead to last me till X'mas 2020!

Anw, back to the part where we were making love on his bed.... Ahhh... if the Cinderella story is 'If the Shoe Fits', mine would be, 'If the Dick Fits' cos he fills me up to the purrrrfect D, and you'd know how goooood it feels if the 'fit' is right.

The sex was also mind-blowing cos there is always alot of laughter inbetween, and he'd open up alot and share things about his life, which I totally appreciate and infact feel even more comfortable cos I know that he has nothing to hide.

Only at the second meeting today did I learn that G is a single parent and he has two adorable daughters that he adores dearly. I didn't actually want to ask about his personal life, cos those kind of questions are strictly out of bounds. But he was the one who opened up and told me and hey, he reminded me of the term m.i.l.f which on him would be 'Fathers.I.Love.to.Fuck' (F.I.L.F).

Of all times in the world, I got my period while he was fingering me cos I caught a glimpse of his bloody fingers and broke into a panic. I sulked when I thought my fun-time was over, but he said he wasn't squemish and that he didn't mind, so.... woohooo, the fun and play continues! ( I know, I would think its kinda gross too but hey, if my baby doesn't mind, then nothings stopping us)

In the beginning, I thought today's 'session' was to return the favour of him buying me lingerie, which I didn't mind cos he is just so adorable. So again, I was surprised when he handed me the stash for the time we spent together, on top of all the lingerie shopping.

Recap of my day:
Breakfast at SB with G - Lingerie shopping (Far East Plaza) - G's Apartment - Home - Far East Plaza (Old Town White Coffee).

Back at home, as I was getting ready to head out again, I thought alot about G. Actually I have been since our first meeting. I don't think I'm being naive but I am able to sniff out 'sincerity' from miles away.

I find myself feeling rather intensely for G. I respect him for his kindness, his commitment to be the best father for his daughters, and for simply needing some tender loving care from a woman. And that's when the downpour started.

I warned myself - "Don't cry... don't cry!!!" and boommm, the floodgates just gushed.

I especially hate it when it gets emotional like this. 'Fuck-and-go's are so much easier, with no emotional baggage lingering after. But since what I usually offer is an experience, I tend to get carried away (like now) when the connection is as fantastic as this.

This is why it leaves me sad - imagine all the things your heart has ever ever yearned and wanted, all wrapped in a nice bundle and it is now staring right in front of you. Fate dangles it right before your eyes and then you hear a voice saying - "You see all that? It can NEVER be yours." And a mirror appears before you and you see yourself in that gorgeous revealing dress, with your fishnet stockings and 5-inch heels. Red lipstick and sexy bed-hair - I'm a whore.

G is one instance, where if this ever gets too deep, beyond escort-client relationship, if he asks me to quit this life and be only his, I will drop everything in a single heartbeat. Everything.

(Oh gosh, what am I saying? I've only met him TWICE!)

I became an escort, not to look for love, but to market 'love', then laugh at it.

When I first started, I was one heartbreak away from bitter and my heart was numb-cold. Strange how it has thawed tremendously. Even after going stray, I thank God every day for blessing me with safety (oh here comes the waterworks again!) and for softening my heart again, and letting me meet all these kind people (could it be that they are angels in disguise?) who has convinced me that chivalry is not dead. I promised God that I will return to His ways again, just give me some time to get my brains sorted out. God is always close to my heart and in that sense I know He hasn't given up on me too. I just pray that I will be able to return safely to His arms, even after straying far, before it is too late... before anyone gets hurt. Amen.

I think after this I shall go look for X'mas gifts for G and his daughters....

xoxo.

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If it's cheap, it can't be good. If it's good, it can't be cheap

As soon as he let me in, I saw my stash of cash sitting under his car keys. Hmmm, Mercedes. Not bad, I thought. He went back to his chair to sit where he was probably reading while waiting for me to arrive.

This client was a high-profiler and had repeatedly emphasized on discretion. He had booked the 5-star hotel room for the day although he only booked me for a few hours. I sat on the edge of the bed, near his chair to start the ball rolling.

Now this is why I love my job. This client was not only a high-level professional but very intelligent too. Our in-depth conversations was definitely the highlight of the date. I'll not go into the x-rated details cos it only lasted 5 minutes but from our talk, it was as it I had received divine enlightenment.

Randy, the client, was a regular punter, meaning he's a regular player in this field and a big spender. He was actually looking for a sugar baby, to replace his earlier sugar baby who had returned to the States. So he was sharing with me about his misadventures with the girls he 'interviewed' for the 'position' and I had the time of my life laughing and listening to the almost-comedic twists in his dire search.

It was very interesting to finally know what the other naughty girls have been up to and their ridiculous requests, only after meeting a guy for 15 minutes; things like a supplementary credit card, and questions like 'will you leave your wife for me?'. *lol*

Btw, Randy is well married. And he admits that he loves his wife with all his heart and would never hurt her but... ah, there's a but.

He says, "... but a man has needs".

"My wife doesn't know how to take care of me. She loves me very much, but you know how there is a difference between loving someone and taking care of his needs."

"My wife... she's born with a silver spoon in her mouth. But she's become a tai-tai who has become lost in her own world. She has so much potential, you know," he continued.

I still remember those words very vividly when he said them as I laid in his arms after sex which he described as 'its been a long time'.

I asked him why he doesn't engage the girls from agencies since he can very well afford it. He said, he wasn't looking for a professional. Like me. As in, not doing escorting as a full-time profession. He was looking for someone whom he could feel a connection with, not just someone to shag. I then asked him about the girls from the escort agencies, how they look like - are they like super gorgeous goddesses, and why they're so god-damn pricey?

Here's the part that became the ultimate revelation for me.

According to Randy, it is all a hype, if not a scam. And most of the thousand dollar-tagged escorts are supposedly models or some sort of 'celebrity'. He said he refused to get girls from escort agencies because he didn't like it that the agency takes a big slice of the pie when all they do is sit on their asses and it is the girls who are putting themselves on the line of fire. He'd rather pay for an independent, knowing that she gets all that she'd paid for.

We even started a debate on the pros and cons of being with an agency. I was for it and he was against. I said it was better to be with an agency cos they can ensure your safety. Like for example, the agency handle the bookings and would then know where the girls will be, incase anything happens. Then Randy rebuts and asks me back, sure but when the client takes you to another room, other than the one that he had earlier informed the agency, how would the agency know? And if anything happens behind closed doors, how would the agency know or even get to the card-accessed elevators in time?

That thought stumped me. Why didn't I ever think of that?

So from that valuable insight, I conclude that to be a 'premium, sought after' escort, you do not neccesarily need to have 'special skills' or look like a star-dusted goddess. I would say that it all boils down to personal branding, identifying your USP (unique selling point) and creating that perceived value around your image. Some say - 'If it's cheap, it can't be good. If it's good, it can't be cheap'. It is only the Singaporeans who hunts for the cheap and good. They can go to Geylang then and pick up some durians along the way. I'm definitely not targeting at Singaporeans anw.

Decide whether you want to be a mass-market or niched. I'ld pick the later. When you're niched, you might not appeal to everyone but you will definitely stand out and have a more lasting impression on their memories. I will later share this article I read when I was researching about thoughts on the fleshier girls.

Also identify your target market and shape your image and mannerisms to suit that market. Knowing your target market is very important coz then you would know how to plan your pricing strategy to tie it with your brand positioning.

See. Who said being an independent female escort is easy? Sure it is easy if you want to just sit on your ass and spread your legs and wait for Tom's hairy dick to be shoved into your ragged pussy. It's alot of stiff competition out there with all the PRCs, and Pinoys etc. A classy, high-end escort has not only a refined taste, selective and offers more than just physical satisfaction but can soothe and be the most appreciated companionship a man can ever need, even if its for an hour... or five.

xoxo

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G.R.I.N.D. (Get Ready It's a New Day)

I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long

I am not too excited about rap and hip hop but lately a few songs have made their way into my mp3 list on repeat-mode. Perhaps its the catchy tunes and for this particular song, I pretty much like the lyrics. But songs aside, I have pretty much cooled down since that upsetting episode last Tuesday.

You see, I'm not like a tyrant, gangster or have any associations with the mafia (though sometimes I wish I do). All I want is to 'share the love' and not to create or bring trouble to anyone. I'm pretty harmless. Unless you step on my toes.

The very next morning, Marcus dropped me an email, teasing me as usual. And I thought to myself - See, I can't let that fugly douchebag belittle me and put me down. I won't dirty my hands by touching him. I'll just let the prossies at Desker Road spit on his face. *ok breathe... breathe...cool down*

Last night I had a wonderful encounter with a Scottish engineer who was travelling on business, putting up at a 5-star. My first Scottish dude. Let's call him, errrm.... Scott.

Scott's booking came in at very short notice. I received his email while having dinner and a few emails later, we sealed the deal and I met him in his room at 9pm, on the dot. This must be the first time that I am punctual.

He was such a gentleman. Older guys usually are. But Scott wasn't like wrinkly or anything. I'ld say - mature. We spent a good 15 minutes talking, getting to know each other and I can't help but grin when listening to him talk. All this while, I thought people have just been exaggerating the Scottish accent. But in fact, that is exactly how they speak. Luckily I could still make out what he was saying in that accent which I found rather endearing.

And sex would naturally feel better when two people feel connected mentally. This guy really knew how to pump me hard! Perhaps Scottish dudes are naturally good lovers? I know the Dutch are.

Scott even gave me some extra on top of my usual rates for my cab fare home (see, that is what real gentleman do!) and being thrifty ol'me, I still took the train home. (No, actually cos I just bought yet another pair of shoes and some lingerie, and would feel bad taking the cab. Heh.)

And this morning, I was greeted with an email from Scott.

All I can say is, if you love your job and good at it, it shows effortlessly.

When I was on my way to meet Scott, I realised one thing. I realised how when I first started, I needed time to mentally prepare myself, play the scenario in my head, before I can go meet a client while still feeling a bit nervous. But these days, I find myself much more relaxed. When a booking comes in, I screen them and if they seem alright, I'ld doll up and when I enter the room, my body just goes into auto-pilot. It's like whatever emotional-baggage is left at the door, and a totally different person goes through that door - sexy, self-confident, submissive but in-control.

Perhaps that is why I still love doing this and somehow never once found it exhausting (except for the occassional down-sides). I guess its almost natural for a Gemini who's known for their dual personality. Actually I find it even more exhausting if I have to be only ONE person. I once thought I had an identity crisis and tried to curb it but always felt like there was another side of me that was screaming to be unleashed.

Perhaps I've finally found myself. Both of them.

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Yea yea yo yo this one's for the people
All the B's that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat
Shit believe the thought we're all equal
Ain't a man on God's green be underneath any other

I don't wanna play preacher
But but I swear they turn their ear when we talk about peace and love
Sometimes might need a hug yea we all wanna come on up above
But this ain't about Jesus, no way, no Abe, no Ike, Moses or Mohammed

Yea it's all about believing, full steam ahead
Because I know the worst times are behind me
I don't wanna sound cheesy but but but I just a really mean it eh eh yea
I'm tellin' I can feel it eh eh it's the reason I was sleep

I be way too geek tonight
This one's for all of y'all
I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all for every little bit that I get

But this is all I need, so sing this song with me
It goes like
So it sounds like this e'rybody start clapping your hands
It's like, it's like

Chorus:
IIIII, I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long
(go [6X] )
IIIII, I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long
 Bout time to change a few things

We enslaved to the bank and we only wanna buy new shoes
The way that we think
We can do anything that we really wanna put our minds too

The American dream, the dream is a pyramid scheme, scheme
And it feels outta reach when it's hard and times are tough
But change starts with us yep, yep
We all want freedom yea to be who we be

I don't wanna be afraid when I speak to say what I'm feeling
Yea together we're strong but divided never been so weak
It's time we get even, yea yea, and really what I mean is, is, is
This change I can feel it, yea yea, Mr. President I think it's all gonna be O.K.

This one's for all of y'all
I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all for every little bit that I get
But this is all I need, so sing this song with me

It goes like
So it sounds like this e'rybody start clapping your hands
It's like, it's like

(Chorus)

So it's not about fame, and fortune
It's about believing and believing in yourself
And understanding that this life is life
It's liberty and the pursuit of happiness
And happiness isn't about getting what you want all the time
It's about loving what you have
So get ready it's a new day


(Chorus)

:: Asher Roth ::

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Today's show is brought to you by the letter 'K'

K - for Kovana, where one ass of a guy lives. I have the exact address to his doorstep but I'll let him wire the money to my account, and spare him the free 'O$P$' publicity.

I don't understand why some people like to make things difficult for themselves. The procedure is so simple that even a whore who didn't pass PSLE can understand.

Most Ideal Scenario
Step 1: Client gets in touch with escort, via email. Set date and time to meet.

Step 2: Both consenting adults meet at the earlier agreed time and place. Client pays upfront. And the deal proceeds as planned. When time is up, both go separate ways, as if nothing ever happens.

Unfavourable Scenario
Step 1: Client gets in touch with escort, via email. Set date and time to meet.

Step 2: Both consenting adults meet at the earlier agreed time and place. Client doesn't like what he sees (because apparently he don't understand what the escort's vital stats mean, even when he asked for it), calls off the date.

Step 3: Client must compensate for escort's trouble to make her way down as promised. Compensation is for time and cab fare. Client hands over compensation fee and escort girl makes herself scarce. No fuss. No drama. You wasted her time - you compensate. Period. What's so difficult about that?

What happened to me today was the 'Worst Case Scenario'.

Worst Case Scenario
Step 1: Client gets in touch with escort, via email. Set date and time to meet.

Step 2: Both consenting adults meet at the earlier agreed time and place. Client doesn't like what he sees (because apparently he don't understand what the escort's vital stats mean, even when he asked for it).

Step 3: Client drops escort off at a Fragrance hotel (he drives) and ask her to book the room first while he goes to park his car. Escort tries to book a room but found out that they need 2 I/D cards to register. So escort calls client to explain scenario. Client says to wait till he comes.

Step 4: So the ecsort waits outside for him and suddenly receives an sms from the client.
'Sorry I can't do this with you... So sorry'.
As no monetary compensation was given, escort got soooo pissed. If not for the fact that the escort was already having a lousy day, she would have been the forgiving, soft-hearted sweetie that would just let the matter slip and accept it as her lousy luck.

But because #1 - escort had a bad start to her day #2- Client was a fuck-face. #3. Client bailed out, escort decided she had to embrace her latest admiration for Shanghainese women and DEMAND for her compensation.

You see, I am not an unreasonable person. I don't expect every man/ client to like me. Of course there are a handful who just can't get enough and worships my body for what it is, but it is a matter of preferance and personal taste. Most importantly it is how you handle the situation - gracefully, reasonably and in an cool, collected manner.

But you want to play rough? Want to step all over my head and think I'll lay low? Did you think you can be a pushover and I won't dare to do anything? Not only do I take it that you're insulting me and my profession, you're insulting me as a woman. Did you forget that I have your FULL address and car plate no.? Did you forget that I also know where you work? (((((*Biggg evil hearty laugh*)))))

Maybe with the discount-priced streetwalkers you can try and be funny (or maybe they're worse. Its a jungle out there. Survival of the fittest). Or maybe if you were an adorably cute blondie with blue eyes (like Nate, whom I just met again yesterday), I might still consider giving you face.

But because you were fucking ugly, I don't think you deserve to be a push-over. I would rather fuck a troll than let you touch me. In fact when you text me to say your stupid sorry, I was thinking of an excuse like 'Sorry I gotta go. Saw someone I knew' to bail out on you. *LOL*

But I still want my compensation (cos you didnt know I was gonna bail on you. hah) and so Mr. K for Kovana is expected to wire me the money by tomorrow, or else. He kinda put up a fight (all these via sms) and refused to compensate me but I politely reminded him that I know where he lives.

Ladies/ Fellow Bambinas/ Escort-friends: Take note! Don't give them face or these local breed of assholes will take advantage. Be brave. Your time is as precious as anybody elses.

An important lesson to men who intend to solicit with an escort: If you don't intend to be a gentleman or if you don't have that kind of money, don't bring the escort back to your apartment or give her your address, stupid.

*Pats myself on the back* I love it when my claws comes out. I feel like Wolverine.

xoxo

Officially...
1) Hates the letter 'K'. Previous bad experience was also with another 'Dr. K'
2) Hates local men. Very un-gentlemanly character.
3) Hates Audi R8. Especially the one in orange. If you happen to pass by Kovana and see an orange Audi R8, kindly scratch it for me. Thanks.

How did I know it was an R8? Because I happen to be an avid sports car fan, silly!

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Stairway to Heaven?

Received a last minute call from Pattzy which I was more than happy to entertain. Luckily I was in the midst of getting ready to go out. No idea where I wanted to go but I just had to get out of the house cos the atmosphere was just depressing. That was when my secret phone beeped and it was a text message from Pattzy. *Yippeee* Purrrfect timing!!! I promised him to be there by 9pm.

But this time round, the fun was more of the mad dash to primp myself up before meeting Pattz.

7.45pm Left my flat. Dialled the STRIP hotline to book an appointment for a Brazillian wax. Luckily they had a slot available at one the joints along Orchard at 8pm. Five minutes later I got a cab and he raced to my destination. As much as I was in a hurry, I also wanted to arrive in one piece. It was the first time that I had a taxi driver driving at 120km/h on Singapore street. Serious. It was almost terrifying when he slided inbetween cars and motorcycles on a congested Friday night traffic.

8.05pm Thanks to the F1 taxi driver, I reached my destination in a record time of 15min! After a frantic search for the new STRIP outlet at this relatively new mall, I was 15mins late for my waxing appt, and was unfortunate enough to get an overly friendly therapist as we chatted about mooncakes as she pruned my bush. I kept glancing at my watch yet she didnt seem to take the hint. Reason I was such in a hurry was cos I still had to get my hair done and to grab a new top from Dorothy (Perkins). Which means I'll have to sprint along the Orchard strip for the different pit stops.

8.45pm Waxing. Checked. Now which salon in this area would still be open? Most of the shops in the mall were already closed when I saw a salon that was just about to wrap up. I approached them and semi-begged them for a quick wash & blow. It was a rather posh/ high-end salon but I'ld rather pay a bit more than meet a client with oily, flat hair. So as I sat in the uber posh salon with really nice dim lighting and classy ambience and mirrors all around, the stylist helped me put on a gold colour silk robe to protect my clothes.

A robe? Phoah. That's a first. I think the robe was more expensive that the top I had on which I got at the MNG sale. Fuck. I wonder how much the bill is gonna be. But after about half and hour, the result of the wash & blow was only so-so, cos I've gotten better results (tip: 'The Scene' at L3 Wisma Atria does a mean, fantastic wash & blow) for the same price. Luckily it didn't cost me more than 50 bucks.

9.30pm As I ran along Orchard Rd, I text Pattz saying I'll be there by 10 :P When I got to the Dorothy store (thank goodness its still open), I grabbed the top that I've set my mind on and was out of the store in less than 5 minutes. Ran to the 'ladies' to change and 'morph'... touched up my make up and worked on the smoky-eye effect while in one hand I dialled for a cab. As expected, when I got to the taxi stand, the queue snaked about  a few metres long but my cab was prettily waiting for me. *Sweeeettt* I hate to queue.

10pm Voila! In time for my late appt. The stairway to his apartment welcomed me once again and I walked pass the pool and whispered... I'm back ;)

Stairway to Heaven 

p/s: When I grow up, I wanna stay in a place like this. Wait...... I am grown up :P Maybe when I'm olderrrr. *Never say never*

... Ouh, and what happened with Pattz?.. The usual. Heavennnn....

Previously with Pattz: My 'British Open'

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I'm the 7-Year-Itch

I gotta admit I'm very much behind in updating my blog. You probably guessed it right. Somehow I've slipped into an affair with a certain gentleman I'ld like to call Dody (previously referred to as Shrek, but now I feel like it doesn't do justice... to Shrek. Heh.)

11.44am - Rainy Monday
I'm stranded at home due to the fabulously pouring rain. This is how Monday mornings should be. I've already called the office to say I'm out running errands and might not come in today. This was followed by a few other sms-es from colleagues (inc my boss) saying that they're not coming in to work also. Haha. This is why I love my day job.

As I was saying earlier, yeah... I think I'm having an affair with a married man. Wow. Another firsts box checked. Last Saturday, Dody finally asked me over to his place and we made love.

I've known Dody for 20 days now (inc. today) and last Saturday after that love-ly episode, I ended up spaced and zoned out throughout the rest of the day. That night, at a concert that I had to attend, I finally burst and started crying at one of the songs.

I still find it mind-boggling how a man can have an emotional affair behind his wife. When I was at Dody's place, I saw the pretty framed pictures of him and his wife. Now I knw what Dody meant when he once before said, "One day you'll see the resemblance you have to my wife"... and its true. His wife and I looked like we could be sisters. Infact, I think his wife looks even better that me. But then again, those were his wedding pics from 7 years ago.

Oh yes, did I mention that I'm his 7-year-itch...?

WHY?? WHY?!!! How can a man bring himself to break that wedding vow?

Since I first met Dody, we've only met at his restaurant. I've been there about 4 to 5 times and even have my own special table. Table 60. We'd make out on his couch at the back of the dining area after closing time and I'ld come back like 3 in the morning everytime.

Dody is not a paying customer. More like a sugar daddy who feeds me well. Too well cos I'm putting on a bit of weight no thanks to the late night suppers. He makes the best coffee, showers me with chocolates, foots my cab bills and he checks up on my all the time. With Dody, I feel pretty loved and I enjoy his care and attention.

But after all that, as much as I promised not to judge... I still dont understand how a man can have the heart to bring another woman into the same bed where he and his wife makes love.

Dody says he loves me. But I'm already thinking of how I to get myself out of this. After Popeye, I've learnt my lesson. No love. Nooooo wayyy. Not again. L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce.

On the downside, I havent been able to get much whoring done with Dody around. Wait. I've only done the Geologist guy and Popeye... yeah, I think that was it.

If I ever have to get rated, I'ld probably be one of the poorly rated whores who fails terribly when it comes to emotions. To date, I've revealed my identity to 2 men - Popeye and Dody. *sighs*

Anw, end of the month is looming. Time for the 'Fifth Wave'... new pictures, new name... still wondering if I should get a new number cos I might lose my regulars. *would have met up with another regular this morning if not for Aunt Mary who is in town :P Then again, I'm pretty relieved when 'she' visits*

Reminder to self: Meeting a 30-something italiano this week.... looking forward to that.

Verdict: Time to move on from Dody. I will miss him but I'll survive.

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Don't Let It Go To Your Head

7.41am
My mind is in fragments. I just woke up but I havent been able to shake off that heaviness in my heart. Feeling like an emo-wreck. Here's what happened the past few days...

- Hooked up with another Swiss Choc... this ones from Geneva.
- Did I mention he's a geologist! Cool, huh?
- Nice guy. Confessed he's married to a french woman and has a 5y.o daughter. Said his wife hadnt made love to him eversince they had their daughter. Oh man...
- He cummed to a mere blowjob. $150 for a 10 min job. Not too shabby I guess.
- Went to Dody's restaurant after that for supper. I now, officially have a special table.
- I'm the woman at table 60.
- Dody's wife was at the restaurant too. Bummer.
- Dody joined me at the table after she left.
- I told Dody I might be getting too comfortable with him. Crossing the lines of 'business'.
- Shrek said to not get emotional and to enjoy this while it last.
- Feel myself falling into the same emo-pattern that I did with Popeye.
- Left in a cab around midnight. Refused Dody's cab money. (Damn, $30 gone)
- Received a txt msg at midnight that says "I'm back!!!". It was from Popeye.
- Had my first anal last night + crazy sex, courtesy of Popeye
- Popeye said he just signed on with a German company (Carpenter's song playing in the background)
- This might be his last visit in S'pore in a long time.
- I cried alone in the room after Popeye left.
- I'm an emo-wreck.

"They're not paying for sex because they want a relationship, silly. There will be others. There always are."
- Belle's A-Z of London Sex Work :: Belle De Jour :: pg 92

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Meeting an agent tonight

So I chickened out of the meeting with the Lian from the escort agency... the fact that she said they cater to locals was pretty alarming.

This morning, I was greeted by another email from Lady P, the lady from the first agency that contacted me. Boy, is she persistent! So I'm meeting her this evening... quite nervous. Strange thing when I visited their website, it looks a lil like my blog.. hahah.. with S'pore night skyline as the background. Fated?... I dunno. Let hope I dun get cold-feet and chicken out again :P



I looked up on the company and also found their ad on a personals classifieds...

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Hi there,

We are an Escort company reruiting girls at the moment. We are looking for girls between the ages of 18 to 35 years of age. Looks are not a big matter to us but you must be voluptous looking girl. Not too skinny or too short.

We pay you a minimum sum if you fall within our requirement and is hired. We accomodate you with housing and accessories and transportation.

Call/sms me at xxxx-xxxx and we chat further.

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This morning on my way to the office, my phone was still chiming off its hooks. Managed to clinch a date with this South African fella. 1.79m, blonde, blue eyes... he said. Once the deal was set, I asked his aged and was knocked off my ass....

18?!!!!


Is that the legal age already? I really dun wanna be screwing a minor *bites nails*

xoxo

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The Dark Knight

1.41pm
I'm on the train on my way to Marcus's office. Butterflies in my stomach. Hungry stomach to b exact. I havent had lunch as i'm on a diet :-P
Hopefully there wont b any awkwardness as we seem to hit it off pretty well via sms.
Hopefully he's not butt ugly either.
Hopefully.

xoxo.

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