Things that make you go Ahhhh
February 15, 2012 –

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Obviously with most things in life there are boundaries.
There are boundaries at Formula 1 racing, there were boundaries at the Royal Wedding.
Mostly they are there to keep the damn crazies from doing something mental.
Sometimes they are there to stop our own silly selves and some are there to stop people taking advantage of you.
Most ladies of the night have them; boundaries. Most will tell you them. Some we assume are obvious to you.
I used to have a little section on my website of do’s and don’ts. Its probably still hanging around somewhere, like George Michael’s thong circa 1987, but maybe not too obvious now – not sure how obvious that thong is ( or smelly) and quite frankly….. ohh lets not go there.
I have to say for legal reasons that George Michael’s thong is definitely NOT on my website in any way shape or form, neither have I seen, sniffed or been in any close proximity to George Michael’s thong. I have never met the boy (and even if I had I would never admit to it, natch) Phew, that’s got that out of the way, we can say what ever we want now!!
Now then, the reason that my etiquette/boundaries page has been lost/buried over the last few years is because I haven’t felt the need to put that at the forefront of your browsing experience whilst on my website because dear hearts you have been awfully good, you know.
But lately…..
Hmmm.
A few things that make one go a little bit Ahhhh, No.
Gentleman emails me with great aplomb about meeting and then goes into more detail about a 3 month cruise that he would like to take me on. ’Hang on Mister, I tell him, ‘You haven’t even met me yet, lets meet up for a cocktail first‘ and the TW radar swings into action. Oh you havent heard of that? Its the internal TIMEWASTER radar that most of us ladies have when we smell a rat.
Meet the fantasist.
♫ If you dont have a dream, if you dont have a dream, how you gonna make a dream come true? ♫
Do you know, I had absolutely no idea how many middle aged loony fantasists there were out there until I went into this business. Well, you wouldn’t would you?
So the radar is flashing and then the constant emails back and forth, getting more demanding in sexual content. Back and forth. Radar goes from amber to red. Flash, flash, flash. You don’t like to be rude, obviously and I do provide a particularly cosy experience but come on.
Having said all this, I have had one or two gentlemen who have tried the sexy email back and forth prior to a booking and despite me not playing the game they did become regular clients, but gents, may I say? We don’t like it. At all.
Its like emailing your, (oh I dont know) your accountant over the weekend for some hard figures (dont put it on the bill though you would say) or your solicitor for some advice pro bono.
Its just not done darlings. I know I am a very friendly girl but sadly I am unable to offer free sexy emails, texts or phone calls prior or after our meetings – during – yes that can be arranged ;)
So back to matey boy who probably took up my whole email box for a while (the only box of mine he filled I hasten to add)
What became of him? A silly timewaster, who of course no one would take seriously. Radar correct ✓ as always. Luckily I had only pencilled in the silly boy and checked a week before. He’s probably 55, the child, what on earth will he be doing at 80 I ask myself.
I think the high class American ladies have got a point in fixing deposits for every appointment you know. I may go that way.
Ohh but way apart from the stupid TW, there are more things we have to deal with.
I have had an ex-regular who I actually liked a lot, call me a whore – to my face – yes. Its not that I don’t know that, and in some context it would be sexy but, its the sentiment behind it, right? It was quite hurtful at the time, I thought we were friends.
I’ve had to have words regarding some misdemeanours with a few clients in the past, who have taken it on the chin and have now become very, very good friends.
And just today, I’ve unfortunately had to explain to someone who I have known for at least twelve months that although I am discreet, non-judgemental, honest, trustworthy, punctual, accommodating, flexible, fab and local (that is apart from the sexy stuff!) I cannot and will not be treated with disrespect. So please do not do it.
Sometimes the boundaries have to be explained carefully, succinctly, before being totally understood. Now I sound like a killjoy but I can assure you most ladies would just delete your emails rather than explain why.
So, there we are. Don’t ask us for free sexy emails, texts, phone calls.
Don’t call us daft names that tell us far more about you than it ever will about us….
Let’s try to be nice human beings, huh?
….and that’s about it really.
We don’t ask for much do we? Apart from that, a big smile and a kiss on meeting will do nicely ;) xx
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