First off, I really hate that my perfume and the client’s cologne are on my skin right now. I took a shower last night but the perfume on my dressed rubbed off on me this morning and I was hugging up on the client this morning as well so his god-awful cologne rubbed off on me again. Since yesterday, I’ve probably showered a total of three times and I’m done showering!
Anyway, yesterday, I hit a scheduling snaffu. I tried to squeeze in an FBSM appointment before my two evening clients. I scrambled to meet the client, drove like a madman, but forgot to text the client the address when I was on my way.
This idiot, seeing that we were scheduled to meet at 5:30PM, didn’t bother texting to ask for the address when he saw that I hadn’t sent it. It was 5:25PM when I realized I hadn’t sent the address. I realized this when I asked the client to text me when he arrives. This asshole says he never got the address in the first place. He’s either incredibly stupid (for not having asked for the address), or he never wanted to see me to begin with…
Anyway, we tried to salvage the appointment but I couldn’t because I was one hour away from the airport clients and it was storming and I needed time to get ready for them and head out. I needed to be on time. On top of that, I had another FBSM client who had been waiting for a spot with me yesterday evening as well. Had I scheduled with him, he probably would have had the sense to ask for the address. Anyway, I missed out on all that money. Not having an incall inside the city is messing me up. And the ridiculous thing is that my first airport client of the evening (the 2-hour client) ended up being late for our appointment anyway. 😑
Anyway, because I tried to catch that first FBSM appointment, I wasn’t as ready for my evening clients as I should have been. I arrived at the first client’s hotel early and sat in the car, getting myself together, touching up makeup, using mouthwash, and putting on nail polish.
His appointment went okay. I think he enjoyed himself because he said I need to come visit his city. So, that was a good sign.
I finished up with him on time and was able to go home, shower, and put on makeup for Mr. Asia (I referred to him as Mr. Six in a recent post because I forgot my original name for him). His flight was running late so that gave me time. I left the house with a gorgeous face (I’m getting better at applying makeup) and drove to his hotel.
Right away, I noticed that he felt much more comfortable with me than the first time we met. His personality was emerging. It’s as if the time we spent apart since we last saw each other in the spring, had actually been spent getting to know each other… although it hadn’t! I was glad to see that he was comfortable with me. When we met up at his hotel, I gave him a hug as if he was a boyfriend I hadn’t seen in months.
He suffers for limp penis disease but he actually got it together this time. I also realized that the reason he can’t get hard is because he drinks. Last time, he actually admitted that alcoholism runs in his family and he used to have a problem as well… Well, he still has a problem. I could smell liquor on his breath when I saw him. Based on the fact that his penis is always limp, I’m guessing he has more of an alcohol problem than he thinks…
But that is none of my business…
Anyway, our session started at 12:20 and we fell asleep a little before 4AM. Right before we slept, he was showing me photos of his travels to Korea and Japan. It was actually a cool little slideshow. He’s not a complete meathead and actually has a point of view.
We shared a few good laughs during our appointment. The sex (when we could have it) actually wasn’t bad at all. And he snores SO… FUCKING… LOUDLY. I told him he sounds like a sputtering motorcycle. But the worst part is that he seriously has a lot of difficult breathing when he sleeps. It’s insane. You’ve never heard someone struggle to breathe in their sleep before like this.
When we parted ways this morning, I made sure to hug up on him as if I would miss him. He asked me what I’m doing on Monday so that’s a sign that he enjoyed himself with me.
Anyway, my wallet is stuffed and I need to go deposit this money. It was a good week and things are going to get better.