Just a video I found on Youtube that made me smile ;)
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…
Movies and Books in the Bedroom, Oh My!
So, I’m a pretty lucky girl. My job provides me with opportunities to meet some really interesting, surprising people. Well, maybe they’re not inherently surprising (they’re probably a better judge of that than I am), but I’m continually surprised by them. There’s nothing like meeting up with someone for the first time–you know, when you’re not quite sure what to expect, even though you may have been corresponding through email for a few days or even weeks beforehand–and, over the course of your first real face-to-face interaction with them, realizing that you have so much more in common than you anticipated. It’s quite an exhilerating feeling, and one I enjoy a whole lot more than I expected to.
Allow me to provide an example:
Today I met up with a gentleman, a new friend with whom I’ve never met before. He had just gotten off the plane when I arrived for our appointment. I was a bit flustered because it was rush hour and I got stuck behind a horse-drawn (well, mule-drawn, actually) carriage tour in the quarter, and it was 90 degrees out. I walked in and he was warm and welcoming, and he offered me a drink. I sat down and we began to chat. At first, it was just normal stuff–what he does for work, where he’s from, where I’m from, what to do in New Orleans, that kind of stuff. But within a few minutes we somehow ended up on the topic of books and literature. I won’t divulge the details of our discussion here (though I will say that it did involve F. Scott Fitzgerald, Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King, John Grisham, and others). But the point is, even though we live very different lifestyles, we were able to touch on a common passion (books, stories, reading), and we were able to reveal a bit of ourselves by sharing with each other the ways in which we fit that passion into our own lives, what we gain from it, and how it has shaped us. I found that aspect of our conversation really inspiring. And that was quite a turn on ;)