Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Wash, Rinse, Repeat

My life passed me by each day.  Each day is the same.  To escape you do two things.  You go to the liquor store and you go shopping.  Both help you forget your reality.  In this life it's hard to live well.  Maybe the money is good but that's it.  You feel empty.  Each day you fall to sleep after a bottle of wine.  100 pairs of shoes in the closet will not make it go away.  If you are a young woman and you read this, you will see the MP advertises make money right now.  Keep walking.  Go to school.  A regular job is tough.  But you feel good you are learning.  At the MP it's the same.  Every single day is the same. 

By now I don't like men very much.  I am sick of men.  Two men I hate the most are those men that ask me all the time if I like their big cock and if I will come.  Guess what buddy, I heard that yesterday.  I will hear it tomorrow.  The other guys I don't like are young guys.  They are proud they can last so long.  They pound away.  It's the most boring feeling.  These guys think they are stallions.  It's a yawn.  The best men are older men.   They want more than just sex.  Some like to talk to you.  Some are the kind of people you would even talk to away from the MP.  You get some men that come in and say nothing.  Others like to chat with you.  You get some guys that ask you out.  Why not try?  It saves him from paying lol.  It's a good try but we're not fooled so easy. 

I liked older men.  They were better.  They thought about you as a person.  Maybe you are reading this and wondering can a SP get attached to a client?  The answer is yes she can.  It's not love or anything but it's sure  better to see him than that gross hairy guy lol.  For this guy you will do a bit more.  You do it because you want him to come back lol.  If you have to make a living this way, it's best to have the same guy you like a bit.  I had some clients like this.  Of course when you are broken and angry at men you will find the worst type of guys.  I did too.  I will call him Mr. Big.  

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