Emails
I saw the guy in Chicago and everything was fine. I made a post about him, but my computer gave me the BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH and I lost it. Oh well. I might revisit him. I am going to talk about other things, though. Right now: emails. Next post: the boy I was with last night.
From John, 2 emails.
Subject: Bad news, good news.
The bad is I had to make my trip there during your
Spring Break...the good (I hope) is I'll be back in mid-June.
Also, and I thank you for it, knowing I'd see you eventually, I jacked
off a lot...the housekeeper commented on the "starch" in the sheets, which
led to a most pleasant conversation....
I hope your Spring Break was fun AND profitable...I remember some super
orgies at S-B. Hope to hear from you. John :8-Þ
Subject: St. Louis
Finally dawned on me that you may well be in St. Louis this
weekend -- that certainly is where the action is (and the big
money...my wife always said it's always more fun to fuck for cash! and she was
super at it!!). John
Oh my. I'm not sure where to start with this. His wife fucks for cash? He enjoys it? What?
Also, I don't streetwalk. I'm not going to go pick up men for money in St. Louis. That sounds scary. I'm not sure any men would even believe me, they'd probably think I was joking, and I'd feel silly.
This guy called me one day at 6 am. I was awake, but I didn't answer my phone, because who the fuck calls a college student at 6:00 in the morning? Even I usually go to bed by 5am, but I sure don't usually wake up until about noon.
I was at McDonald's looking for a Shamrock Shake when I finally called him back 4 hours later. He wanted to meet up, but I told him I couldn't. Hm. Sometimes I think I shouldn't decline offers just on a whim, but what the hell, I was enjoying my milkshake and I had class in 2 hours.
He called me again a few days later... ON St. Patrick's Day. It was 11 am. He wanted to meet up. I was already drunk. Silly older men, have you forgotten what my life is like?
I'm also not going to pick up men for money on spring break. I'm very controlled and careful with my escorting. Besides, I went home. W00t. Big drunken debauchery fest? Well, I bought my little sister beer, does that count?
Finally, I'm grossed out by his mentioning that he cummed all over the sheets and the housekeeper had to CLEAN UP his SEMEN. Yuck.
posted by :) @ 5:18 PM
2 Comments:
Who is this John guy? Is he a client you've met before or someone from the blog? Isn't it too personal to tell you that he jacked off a lot unless he knows you well?! Yeah, don't pick guys up on the street to do tricks. That would bring you down to the level of street walkers and you're definitely classier than that. Also, don't make this escorting gig seem like work. Do it for fun and spending money. If you don't feel right or not in the mood, forget it. Enjoy yourself and be careful! :) Take care!
No, this John is a guy I've never met who found my profile on a website. Maybe he thought he was being funny. He was not. He seems like kind of a sleaze.
Thanks for the advice; you're right about not making it seem like work. I'm starting to worry about money right now because my mom wants me to send my credit card bill so she can pay it off and I'm trying to figure out how to pay it without her knowing -the balance, and -where the money to pay it came from. I ought to get my mind off money and back to the reason I started in the first place: not out of desperation, but to fulfill a sexual fantasy and have fun.
Thanks!
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