Biting the Bullet

I'm going to do it: I'm going to write back to my Man Friend.

We're sharing a lot of similar situations, sharing a lot of similar emotions, but I've been highly reticent in responding.  Must respond, must recover, and must move forward.

Beyond that, I spent a night in Hooker Land with a fellow Worker.  It was great!  I laughed; I cried; I visited a whole hell of a lot of Canadian escorts' sites.  It was hilarious.

At one point, we actually worked for the same agency in Boston, so we bonded from that experience.  I loved working in Boston, actually.  I generally stayed at the Park Plaza, the Doubletree, or the Holiday Inn Express (depending on the week), and loved it.  I miss the chicken fingers from Vinnie's across from the Holiday Inn Express in the Financial District.  I had clients ranging from Harvard profs to Harvard students (on the Crew Team) -- and a few fellow Canadians who flew out to see me.  I'll never forget that.

It was a wonderful year, except that the Agency Owner took more than half my money.  There were times I rode home with almost no money.  That was horrid.  I told the 'phone girl,' Cynthia, that a guy tried to rape me (my second client ever) and she didn't believe me.  The next day, she booked him with a girl a foot shorter than myself -- I'm over 6' -- and she ended up in hospital getting her anus reconstructed.

But, those of us that bond, bond for life.  I love my Industry friends... and they are real friends... because they know The Real Me.  The Me that worked as an escort.  The Me that has other interests.  The me that is affected by multiple disorders.  The Me that I like being....the REAL Me.

*sigh*

I guess it's time to Bite the Bullet and write my Man Friend.  I can't say I'm not nervous (because I am), but I'm at least going to try.  I owe him that.  And I owe Me that, too.

Thanks for the support, Ladies.  I mean that.  *smile*