So sometimes a familiar face pops up out from under a rock. Either a client from a long time ago or even more interestingly a former lover. It is always a similar story. Gee golly Grace, I am soooo lonely, horny, bored, married, whatever. Then it comes down to said person wanting to spend time with me. It always comes off really casual of course like "Hey you got any extra time for ME". Well let's see...what that means is "Got any extra pussy". Nope I checked my pockets and no extra pussy today. I have no extra time, no free time, no time for any of the former fucks I'm no longer fucking who aren't feeding me, financing me or contributing to my overall well being. Most of the time their egos outweighed their usefulness.
If a man or woman wants to be an active part of my world being creepy or cheesy isn't the way to do it. I don't care about how much you have or who you think you are. I enjoy real people without hang ups. People who can laugh at themselves and be real. Life is too short to not be yourself. Phony egotistical people don't get too far with me.
I can be extremely giving, sensual and generous with those that I hit it off well with. It is simply a matter of personal choice. Like everything else in life yes even in this industry we do make choices. I may decline someone because they just are too unappealing. I also might just accept a client because they flip my sexy switch and I think there just might be chemistry. I mean who wants to see a fugly person who you won't have any chemistry with?
What client scrolls the ads and thinks "Oh hey I want to see that fugly gal sign me up!" not a single one. Well neither do I. I have to find something attractive about a potential client. If not physical it must be cerebral. I simply cannot just toss myself out as an offering to any old fool who can afford my rates. I don't want to be squashed or grossed out I want to enjoy myself as much as you do.