As we near the end of January I find myself in need of a weekend off.
It’s been a hectic couple of weeks here. A lot of great bookings, a lot of fun… So far this year I have been blessed with great clients, the type that are funny, chatty, have not minded when I rose off the bed to go to the loo only to walk into the bedroom door on my way (I did not bruise Sir, I can confirm here that all I suffered was a diabolical case of the giggles at the time of the incident – no lasting after effects!)
Long may my favourite sort of client continue beating a path to my door – I adore bookings where you can have fun, a laugh, try to beat each other on the answers to the Great pop quiz on a certain morning radio show (I won! I don’t care what you say Sir, you can’t count!) Although, shouting out an answer whilst in the middle of appreciating me from a backwards perspective is guaranteed to get me into fits of giggles instead of fits of overwhelming lust…
To my client who happily allowed me to watch the end of the tennis match yesterday – and who was rewarded for such kindness with half an hour extra at no extra cost – I thank you! A winning morning all around, for Mr Murray and Mr Anonymous (I never divulge names!) I hope the extra time and the chocolate muffin you left with, plus the huge grin on your face for other services rendered got you through the meeting you had that afternoon with a chilled, relaxed smile on your face!
So, after the snow came the clients and what a lovely lot you have been the last 2 weeks.
This weekend I am taking a break, some well deserved and needed time off. I will do nothing more strenuous than hoover the house and potter about to some music. Of course, I will be up for brunch early on Sunday morning to watch the Assie Open Finals. Federer is playing now as I type… It will be a Federer v Murray final – is anybody living in Australia reading this? Could you possibly pop down to the Open and kick Federer very hard in the shin? You’ll make one Welsh shiela very happy…
Again, sadly, I find myself asking anybody reading this and possibly thinking about getting in touch – please DO NOT TEXT ME.
I do not reply to you unless you are a regular client. And Gents, if your going to text me saying ‘Hi this is Pete – remember me? We spoke 4 weeks ago….’ Well, your on a hiding to nothing.
Do you have any idea how many Pete’s, Dave’s and so on I actually do speak to on a regular basis – I am sorry, I can not remember you. Your going to have to CALL me if you want to secure a booking with me.
Also, I need to point out what is made obvious throughout my site but needs saying again.
I am a MATURE escort.
I have taken 4 phone calls in the last 2 days alone from Gents looking for fresh faced, young beauty…
No, I don’t need a walking stick and a hip replacement but I am 37 years old – ancient, eh? Please, please READ my site before you pick up the phone.
I have a few wrinkles, I like to call them laughter lines but I am no map of a life lived (not yet anyhow – give me time and I am sure I will resemble my Great Grandmother eventually!) Everything still points in the right direction and nothing wobbles where it should not, even so, I am 37 years old (see, I am repeating it) I am not 19. I have experience and personality wealth to give along with a good time but I can not give you a bounty of almost born flesh. I am not 19, I never will be again (Thank God).
I do wish though that those callers looking for a young lovely could not hang up so abruptly when I catch on they are looking for a youthful gal and I state I am 37 years old – I swear to God, what? Am I nearly dead then?
On that note, I am off to massage Deep Heat into my arthritically old bones, letting out huge sigh of effort as I rise from my chair, I am going to stretch and moan (keep it clean there!) and complain that the cold is getting to me and go find my knitted old ladies cardigan to put on while I wonder how on earth I could have arrived at such an ancient age and cry into my chicken soup while I soak my teeth in an old plastic jar on the bathroom shelf before I then take my afternoon nap and think about going to buy my incontinence pads…..
See you on Monday when this old bird will be back with bells on after a weekend of R&R
xx