Dumbass of the day March 19, 2008

Sometimes I receive inquiries that make me wonder if some of those guys deliberately act dumb because society in general thinks we escorts do this job because we don’t know anything else. I recently received this:

Hi Nancy

I would like to see you, but I can’t find your reviews. Where are they?

Thanks

I’ve been around long enough to see the following situation on a regular basis: some guy goes on a review board and asks about a specific escort with plenty of reviews already. Sometimes some poster will send one or more links to the reviews. Some other times he’ll not get any reply at all, but most of the times he’ll receive a few replies in the line of “you will find her reviews with the search function”. The “senior” members, who are usually guys without any life outside of the boards, are more likely to say something like “there’s plenty of threads about her, stop cluttering the board and learn to use the search function you dumbass”.

I felt like replying in the same rude way. I’ve kept the same stage name for 4 years, and I have a few reviews here and there under that name, but they are old. If this guy would have “done his research”, as they call it, he would have found them with no problem. However, I decided to take the diplomatic road and simply hit my keyboard’s DELETE key. I can afford to do without guys like that.

Now that’s cool March 15, 2008

Lol I thought I had just messed my blog! I like this design better.

I’m baaaaaack!! March 15, 2008

I almost forgot that I had this place to vent. Of course, I have been very busy with my vanilla job and my occasional dates, even though I haven’t met many new people. Seriously, the last “new” client I met was last September, and thank God I’ve got regulars. But what kept me off of here is mostly a struggle I had within myself.

So, to make it short, at first I thought that creating and maintaining a blog would allow me to let off some steam. However, as I already stated I am concerned about my privacy. I have read about ladies who had their escort identity exposed because of some apparently insignificant detail they wrote and then some smartass with too much time on his/her hands made 2+2. I sure don’t want to have this linked to my “real” escort persona, but what to do? Obviously change names and details.

Changing names was not a big deal, but changing details was another story altogether. I wrote many posts, which I kept in the draft. As I went back over them, I modified things. Now, how do I go about changing things here and there without losing the original purpose? It started to become a real pain in the ass, and I felt that all this covering would eventually defeat the purpose of blogging.

And besides, who cares? OK, I know, cultivating readers takes time, and taking a 9-month break doesn’t help either. I’ll do a little Blogroll cleanup and I’ll think about where this thing should be going.

Another Nancy’s whereabouts August 6, 2007

I learned yesterday that Tracy Quan will publish another novel about Nancy Chan’s adventures. “Diary of a Transatlantic Call Girl” won’t be out before June 2008, though, but I’m sure that it’ll be worth the wait. A summary can be found here. I must admit that the Nancy Chan character has been some kind of role model for me when I first started out in the biz, so I am very much looking forward to read the third novel.

Don’t tell July 30, 2007

The more someone say how great and wonderful he/she is, the less I believe it. In any field, it just gives a phony feeling, but in this industry, it’s not only phony, but creepy as well. And I’m not the only one who feels this way.

One lady told me that she never ever meets with a guy that will say he’s a nice guy. Last time she did, she was really fearing that she would not be able to get out of his room alive.

Nice people don’t need to say that they’re nice. Their actions speak by themselves.

Same thing with clients that will say, even before they spend time with you and see if there’s chemistry or not, that they will overtip. Last year I received an inquiry for an overnight. It was outside of my state, but the client offered me way more than what I would’ve asked if I’d have been willing to travel this far for a session. He even added that “he would pay more if the amount he offered wasn’t high enough”. I declined, and two months later I see his name on a blacklist with the mention that he was setting up appointments with girls from other cities and was trying to get out of paying, amongst other things. I smelled the bullshit from very far away on this one.

My theory of “If you need to say it, then you’re not” proved once again to be accurate this weekend.

Last Friday I received an enquiry from a new client. His email was something that looks like iamagentleman at whatever.com. Here’s what he sent me, details have been of course modified:

I am a 47 year-old white gentleman, in shape and clean, and I am very respectful at all times. I’d like to meet you next Wednesday during the evening, I will be staying at Hotel Z. I am extremely nice.

See you

And that was it. He did not even said hello Nancy, he didn’t even tell me his name, and he didn’t give me any screening information. To this I replied:

Hello

First of all, I would like to know who I am communicating with. What is your name?

Another thing that you will need to provide me is your employment information and two provider references. I am sure that you understand my need for safety.

I am sure that we will have a good time once you agree to give me the information I need.

Yours. Nancy

After this polite explanation he showed me his gentlemanly ways:

Yeah sure you need to know where I work and who I’ve been fucking, wanna know where I’ve been to elementary school and what I had for dinner today too? BITCH

I must admit that it was shocking… for a nanosecond. After that, I was just happy that I saw he had a few issues before we met, rather than while alone with him.

Regular Life July 22, 2007

For some odd reason, on the job, in front of the computer, there are moments when I wish I was anywhere but there. The biggest mistake my supervisor could do is to put a bed beside my desk. I swear I wouldn’t be able to resist lying down and take a nap, the way a junkie wouldn’t be able to resist heroin. However, when I come back from work, I feel good again and when’s the time to go to sleep, I just can’t.

I hate going to work nowadays. Even if I need to build experience, it doesn’t make me enjoy what I do. I see it as a necessary evil, and just thinking that I need to go there tomorrow morning makes me feel depressed. Honestly, I find myself counting the hours before I can get out of the office: I see 1pm in the right corner of my screen and I’m thinking “4 more hours to go”, when I see 2pm, I think “Only 3 hours left”, and so on. When the alarm rings in the morning, dragging myself out of bed feels like dying. I understand that everybody goes through such moments, but it happens everyday in my case. Must be that my body is screaming that regular life is BORING. Doing the same repetitive tasks that have no relevance to me on a personal level besides cashing a paycheck once every two weeks is simply dreary. I can’t believe that a lot of people live a whole life like that, and they wouldn’t want it any other way. Maybe that’s why mainstream folks need to demonize people who lead alternative lifestyles: to give themselves a sense of worth that they’ll never be able to find in their mundane existence.

I have been on the job market since the age of 16. Each time I changed jobs, I was hoping that things would be better. The pay was better, but little else. Novelty was wearing off after a while, the dreariness was creeping in, issues were starting to come up, and I would switch jobs when I was fed up. I went to university, thinking that the new opportunities offered to me would end this cycle. Did I escort only to afford a boring life like this? Looks like I have some introspection to do, and this blog will come in handy.

Job Synergy July 14, 2007

I am able to manage my 9-to-5 job and my escort job without much hassle, even though they couldn’t be more different from each other. Maybe it’s because they complete each other very well: the 9-to-5 job gives me the financial stability to be able to decline questionable requests as an escort, and escorting allows me to feel free to leave the “normal” job if my boss ever starts a power trip. It’s a case when 1+1 equals much more than 2.

I don’t feel bad if the day job prevents me from taking some appointments. I don’t get in a “it takes me one week to do what I can do as an escort in a day” state of mind. My day job does not only bring me money, but it will bring me credibility over time, and with credibility I won’t have to accept crappy work conditions because I’ll be a desirable candidate who can fly to another employer easily. For now, escorting is like a security measure in case anything bad happens.

I am a little bit bored with the 9-to-5, and I have become quite picky about my clients, so I am sort of tied to both jobs. But even though I am tied this way, I have more freedom than if I would occupy only one position. I remember the days when I was only escorting or even before that when I was a petty office clerk. I just can’t believe the shit I was putting up with, I’ll tell you more about it in another post. I now have higher standards and I sure won’t let myself slip in a vulnerable position again. I may not be high-maintenance, but I don’t like having to be careful about every penny I spend either.

I Made the Blogging Plunge July 13, 2007

I was thinking about starting a blog for a while. I was anxious at first, but now that the blog is all set up, I kinda feel like I’m going to like it. I thought about blogging under my escort name, but I wanted to be totally free to express myself, so I decided to blog anonymously.

As for the template, I’ll probably find out a way to personalize it later, but right now it looks OK to me. I am excited the way a child is when he receives a new toy. There is so much that I would like to say, but right now, I’ll just sit on my porch and enjoy the nice weather: not too cold, not too hot either. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. See ya all!