THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, today was a day like any other, except the mailman brought me a completely unexpected gift.

So um…whoever it was who had this new laptop (!!!!!!!!!!!) delivered to me today…


My mind is officially BLOWN.

I…I don’t even…I mean, that’s just the last thing I was expecting to happen today. I cannot get over this, and I will NOT shut up about it (just ask my friends).

Seriously, you are an incredibly generous person and I am so, so grateful for such an amazing surprise. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

And please, please email me. There wasn’t a note attached or anything, so I don’t know who you are. But you’re awesome and I kinda love you right now because OMG SURPRISE NEW LAPTOP!!!!

I’ll write something better when my brain puts itself back together. The shock and the overwhelming awesomeness of today was just too much, hahahaha.

What happens when we part…


What do I do immediately after a date? 

Generally, I change back into jeans and a t-shirt.  Here I am, halfway through the process on Friday evening.

PS:  It was an awesome date.  Thanks for the chocolate and cherries (and, of course, the wine, lol).

Oh no!! I’ve got The Plague!!

Camus - The Plague

I’ve got The Plague!! And it’s on my boobs! Why meeeee???

…Oh. Maybe this is why.

Ok, so which one of y’all gave me The Plague?

Just kidding. I know which one of you it was. Thank you! And, while I appreciate your aversion to snobbishness, I can assure you that, unless you had used subject pronouns as object pronouns (or committed an equally terrible offense), I wouldn’t have judged you to be a snob. But I would like to hear your take on the book. Maybe after I finish reading it?

Thanks again for thinking of me ;)

Oh! And Happy French Quarter Fest to all my local clients and friends. Keep an eye out and you might just see me there…

A Long-Awaited Escort-Client Private Party

I had the sweetest client the other night. After emailing back and forth a few times over the past couple months, we finally met…and he had something of a surprise waiting for me…

First I saw this, and I didn’t think anything of it…

New Orleans Escort Annie Calhoun

…and then I saw this:

Annie Calhoun - Escort in New Orleans - Appointment with client

He decorated his room at Le Richelieu Hotel and we had our own escort/client private party ;)

And to top it off, he also got me a book!

HR Mencken - Client Gift

I <3 my clients!

Concierge: Where to Wine and Dine a Date in New Orleans

This page is a work in progress. Recommended restaurants, cocktail lounges and bars, hotels, and general New Orleans-y things coming soon!


French Quarter Restaurants — The Big Four

There are, of course, the four classic New Orleans Creole restaurants, the ones that are “musts” when you visit the city: Antoine’s, Arnaud’s, Galatoire’s, and Broussard’s, all of which are in the French Quarter.

  • Antoine’s is arguably the most famous. If I’m not mistaken, it’s also the oldest continually-operating restaurant in the US (it opened in 1840). Menu
  • Arnaud’s has two sides: the more relaxed Jazz Bistro room with live Jazz music (a trio comes to play at individual tables), and a more formal, dressier side (the Main Dining Room). Menu
  • Galatoire’s opened in 1905, and was a favorite of Tennesse Williams, who mentioned it in his play A Streetcar Named Desire: Menu
  • Broussard’s: Broussard’s is great, but I’ve heard that they’re especially slow and kind of hit-or-miss lately. Menu
Also in the French Quarter/Downtown area:

  • French cuisine–well, more like creative fusion: Restaurant August This is a John Besh restaurant, so it kinda has to be good. When I was there, I had a really unique version of shrimp creole–it was unlike any shrimp creole I’ve ever had. But I knew that when I chose it; our waiter explained that it was inspired by the NOLA favorite, but recreated as an homage to the sizeable Vietnamese population in the city, with an emphasis on ingredients traditionally used in Vietnamese cooking. It was amazing. Menu
  • American: Lüke, another John Besh restaurant, is on Saint Charles Avenue. Menu
  • The Grill Room is inside the Windsor Court, and though I’ve never been there, I’ve heard good things. Menu (Just a warning: their website has music on autoplay)
  • Seafood: I always hear people talking about Drago’s on Poydras, and they were voted the Best Seafood Restaurant in Gambit’s Best of New Orleans issue.
  • Irene’s–Irene’s is a favorite. Who doesn’t love good Italian food with a New Orleans touch? The menu changes often, but it’s always fantastic.
  • I just had a spectacular dinner at Maximo’s Italian Grill, which has been at that some location on Decatur Street for as long as I can remember. I had the Pasta Rosa, which exceeded my expectations (I really wasn’t expecting to be so impressed by a pasta and shrimp dish, but WOW.).
  • There’s always Domenica.  And 2pm-5pm is their Happy Hour, haha.
  • Adolfo’s in the Marigny is a local favorite–great food in an intimate setting, overlooking Frenchmen Street. Menu here.
  • Richard Fiske’s Martini Bar: It’s not just martinis! Though, if you love a great martini (dirty gin martinis are my fave), you should check it out. I had dinner there back in February, and I was definitely impressed (and yes, the martinis were impressive, too). The menu changes, so be sure to check it if you want to get a head start.
  • Bayona
  • Sylvain
  • Cafe Adelaide

  • Commander’s Palace
  • Coquette – This is a wonderfully bright little place uptown with light entrees, great drinks, and an atmosphere that is somehow simultaneously sophisticated and down-to-earth. Try it for lunch on a beautiful day, and sit by the window!

Let me know if there’s something in particular you think you’ll be in the mood for (Steak? Seafood? Italian? Japanese?) and I’ll recommend a place!


Stuff to Do

  • If you’re looking for entertainment and you’re willing to define “history” a little more loosely than a university professor might, I’d go with a walking tour from Haunted History Tours. They’re held at night, there are stops at a few bars, and the tour guides are entertainers in their own right–they tell the stories with a heavy dose of theatrics, and it works. I’d recommend this one especially during the summer because it’s a night tour–summer is brutal here, and the last thing you’ll want to do is walk around in the heat.

“Valentine” (Short Fiction)

Yesterday at the gym, I pulled out my trusty New Yorker, turned immediately to the short fiction for this week, and began reading Tessa Hadley’s short story “Valentine.” I really enjoyed it–so much so that I ended up losing track of time and putting in an extra-long workout, and then I went home and read the critique here (and commented, because I can’t keep my opinion re: fiction to myself, haha). If you haven’t already, you really should pick up this issue if you get a chance, just for this story. For me, it provoked something like a bittersweet nostalgia: it’s about young love, young sex, young disappointment, and lots of other things that seem especially momentous when it’s your first time experiencing them.

And now I’m headed out to French Quarter Fest! Have a great weekend, all!

“Best Escort in New Orleans” – Things That Made Me Happy Today

  1. Emails from my favorite clients ;)
  2. The scent of Night-Blooming Jasmine.
  3. A trip to the park with my dog to enjoy the lovely weather.
  4. It was warm enough to wear a tank top!
  5. Riding my bike in the French Quarter through crowds of happy, ridiculously-dressed drunk people celebrating St. Patrick’s Day.
  6. This video. Even monkeys understand fairness.
  7. Lovely gifts! This week I received Life of Pi by Yann Martel, and these amazing and fun shoes!
  8. The great big pot of homemade jambalaya I made and shared with my best friend.
  9. The wonderful company of said best friend.

  10. and last, but certainly not least…

  11. Just for fun, I did a Google Search using the terms best escort in new orleans, and look what came up!!
    Annie Calhoun - best escort in New Orleans, and New Orleans's best escort.
    Well, if Google says I’m the best escort in New Orleans, it’s GOT to be true. /sarcasm.

    I’m the third result on page 1 of Google’s search results!!! Wow! Pretty nifty. It also works for: new orleans best escort. Yay! Thanks for the ego boost, Google! (Google’s results will probably have changed by the time you click on those links, but whatever. Trust me on this. I took a screenshot for you and everything!)

Reviews! Fan Mail! Gifts! My clients and readers are awesome!

Well, this past week has been pretty surprising. Let’s review, shall we?

First off, I got an email from a woman whose partner had sent her the link to my blog. The subject line reads: “Add me to the fan club!” (I ain’t too proud to admit that flattery will get you everywhere.) Turns out she’s something of a kindred spirit–not only does she have the same fond memories of being absolutely perplexed by the advice in Cosmopolitan Magazine when she was a teen, but she also shares my passion for Bellocq’s photographs of the Storyville prostitutes.

And who doesn’t love positive feedback?

Speaking of which, I got another type of positive feedback this week, this time in the form of a very flattering review on TER (The Erotic Review) from a client who was an absolute pleasure to meet with.

And then, I realized that I hadn’t even noticed a positive review I received on ECCIE a few weeks back.

And! A client bought me a gift off of my Amazon Wishlist! He got me a year’s subscription to The New Yorker!! It was perfect timing, too, because my subscription was just about to run out. It’s my favorite magazine, and I don’t know how I’d ever convince myself to work out if I didn’t have it to read at the gym. Anyway, he scheduled an appointment and I met with him, and it turns out he’s just as awesome as his taste in gifts :)

Full Disclosure: My Thoughts on Reviews

I don’t have many reviews at all, but I like it that way. While I do allow reviews (I address this briefly on my FAQ page), I don’t want a ton of explicit descriptions of my time with clients floating around the internet. For one thing, I feel like it’s disrespectful to me, and it cheapens our time together (it’s called “intimacy” for a reason, lol). Why should a bunch of men I’ve never met get to be titillated by the time I spent with you, that you paid for? Also–and this is purely from the standpoint of a writer–I believe that, ultimately, these review sites are more predatory than helpful. What it really amounts to is that clients are basically writing porn for the sites, for free, and then the sites turn around and charge other clients to read it. So you’re supplying the content for a site that is selling it, and you don’t even get a share of the profit. Yeah yeah yeah, I understand that everyone profits by getting access to the reviews, but still. If they were really there only for review purposes, they wouldn’t demand in-depth, detailed, explicit play-by-play descriptions of dates. They’d simply require a yes/no recommendation and a short explanation, and leave it up to the reviewer to decide how much to include. That being said, I stand by what I say on my FAQ page: if you’d like to write a brief, tasteful review of our time together, please feel free ;)

Blue Books and Brothels: Storyville and the Legislation of Morality

A while back I met with a gentleman, and one of the topics that came up in conversation was New Orleans’s “sordid” history–namely, the period from 1897-1917 when the city set up Storyville, a red light district where prostitution was legal.

We discussed my fascination with E. J. Bellocq, a photographer working at that time who, despite earning a living photographing (among other relatively mundane things) Catholic school students’ school pictures, was drawn to the…less wholesome side of New Orleans in his art.  He is now best known for his Storyville Portraits, a collection of photographs of Storyville prostitutes taken around 1912, just five years before Storyville was shut down. These pictures weren’t found until after his death, but they’re wildly popular now–so much so that they have completely overshadowed his other work, such as his photos of the opium dens in what was then New Orleans’s Chinatown (now the CBD).

Clara Miller of Mahogany Hall, Prostitute in New Orleans's Storyville
Anyway, a couple days later, after he’d left town, I got an email from him with a link to this site.  It’s a fun little site with lots of info, but I think the most interesting thing about it is the collection of photographs of Blue Books.  Blue Books were basically guides to Storyvile–like the of paper.

It’s striking how similar the Blue Books are to the advertising methods used in the industry today.  Look at Clara Miller’s ad–her main selling points are her lovely disposition, her worldly (she’s traveled to Europe) yet relateable (she’s a local girl born near Baton Rouge) personal history, and her eagerness to please (she “can sit up all night if necessary”).  And of course, she’s a beautiful octaroon.  Sounds a lot like an elite professional companion, seeking extended dates, no?

I love the intro, in which the publishers swear that the listings contained in the book are truthful representations of the ladies and services they advertise.  “This book contains nothing but Facts,” they write.  Oh, I wonder how many men were duped by the ol’ bait-and-switch back then.  The predominant business structure in Storyville was the brothel arrangement, where several women worked in a house under a single owner/employer. It was basically the equivalent to today’s agencies. And the brothel owners (Madams) could really submit whatever information, real or false, they believed would attract customers (is this sounding familiar yet?).  I hope they made sure the girls had a chance to read the ads first!

And on that topic, what of the bait-and-switch?  Back then, since the business was legal, I guess situations like that one were much less problematic–it was just a matter of the gentleman saying, “No, thank you, that’s not what I was expecting,” and moving on to the next available lady that struck his fancy.

And what of brothels?  There weren’t really any “independent escorts” in those days; women worked for business owners, who charged them a fee for the room, the advertising, security, etc. (again, like an agency).  This is one of the reasons I’m against “legalizing” sex work–once there are strict regulations, we basically lose all control over how and where we work, and what we do with our own bodies.  Look at the situation in Nevada.  Sure, the brothels are legal, but the women working in them are dehumanized to the point that they are simply equipment, and the laws are such that the person who benefits most from their work is the employer (brothel owner).  The women are not permitted to leave the property (?!????!!!!!??), they are subjected to–and charged for–weekly medical exams*, they must pay rent, a flat grocery fee (regardless of what they eat), and several other miscellaneous fees for services and items they are forced to buy, and they are forced to directly compete with the women they must work and live with for the duration of their stay.  And before they receive their paychecks, the employer takes (from what I understand) about half of their earnings.
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Escorts at Home and Abroad

So I was talking to my friend Lydia in London…

OK, I just have to stop here and admit how worldly I feel when I actually put that in writing. It’s not like I don’t have friends in other parts of the world–I still talk to a guy I met when I did a summer abroad in grad school who is now a doctor in India, and a British girl I met waaaayyy back when I visited Spain who now lives in Italy, just to name a couple. It’s just so rare that I get to name-drop them for worldliness cred, hahahah. I love the internet for a LOT of reasons, but I think one of the biggest ones is the fact that it makes it so easy to keep in touch with–or even meet and befriend–people who live tens of thousands of miles away, and to see what life is like where they are.

Which brings me to the point of this post…sort of.

So anyway, as I was saying, my friend Lydia (an escort in London) and I were talking about some of the differences between the escort (or professional companion or provider or whatever term you prefer) biz here in the U. S. and over there in the U. K. I won’t bore you with all the details, especially since you likely have a pretty good idea, if you know anything about the U. K. And if you don’t, an observant reader can probably figure it out by looking through her her website.

…Which is what I did. And then I started to read her escort blog. And since I’m kind of new at this whole blogging thing, I decided to use one of her blog posts as inspiration for mine.

So, without further ado, I present to you, inspired by a post on Lydia’s blog


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Scheduling a Date

If you are ready to make an appointment, please first check my Booking page for details.

I do not meet with everyone who contacts me–that would be nearly impossible, as I receive quite a few emails a day. Scheduling is a complicated matter, as we both have lives, complete with responsibilities and prior obligations. The best way to ensure that I will be able to meet with you is to complete the form below (or provide the same info in an email).

Screening and Discretion

If you are not willing to provide screening information, I will not meet with you.

I have written lengthy explanations of why I screen and how I use these methods to ensure my safety. If you are wary of screening, please read through that info first. I understand you want to be discreet. I have never encountered a client who said to me, “Annie, I just don’t care about discretion. I love escorts, and by George, I’m gonna yell it from the rooftops!!” If I do meet a client who tells me that, I will run the other way. Because guess what? I want to be discreet ;)

Before you ask…

Please do not send me an email asking if I’m “in town” or “available” next Wednesday. I live here. I’m always in town. And if you’ve contacted me a few days in advance, then yes, I can be available. Please, please, please send as much info as possible (date, time, location, your name, your screening info). If everyone did that, I’d be able to confirm appointments almost immediately, and it would save me at least 10 hours (literally) a week.

You can reach me through this form, or you can simply email me directly at

Remember, I do accept P411 as part of my screening process!

                 Annie Calhoun, NOLA Courtesan on