My Escort Diary

I had been to this hotel several times, so now every time I had to step inside it I was always kind of weary of the receptionists' eyes on me. Hopefully, and quite possibly it was just one of my mind's thousands of tricks.  My customer texted me his room number earlier in the day. Feeling quite confident and collected, not expecting anything, especially regarding his age or appearance, I knocked on the door lightly and waited for the door to click open just a tiny crack, as discretion is normally preferred and appreciated in this situation. As the door opened and he materialised before my eyes, although I had learned not to have any speculation or curiosity about my customers, to be frankly I was still taken aback by his attractiveness. He was not exactly the type of guy that would catch your eyes when walking down the streets, aka not the model slash pretty face slash Greek God attractive. He seemed to have a naturally ami...

Self-knowledge and generosity are two main characteristics that keep a relationship going on strong and steady. We don't want to be in love with someone who doesn't know our flaws and imperfections, who always refers to you as goddesses. Simply because, you're not. Nobody is. Chemistry is a magical thing. With some people you don't even have to think about what to say, you just hit it off right away, so naturally that it even surprises you. This morning I woke up to my Japanese guy friend's mum's footsteps in the kitchen. My reflex action is to cover my butt with the blanket. Oh, how awkward. That lady is probably the nicest woman I have ever known. Contrary to the norm, she is neither nosy nor judgmental. Best of all, she prefers silence to meaningless blabbering in any occasion. The longest span of continuous conversation was when she worried about whether I would sue her son under the charge of sexual harassment, which is hilarious but not too far from th...

After thinking about it for a while, I decided not to journal my experiences in chronological order. Instead, I'm just going to write whatever pops into my mind on any particular day. On Saturday, April 14th, at 2pm I got off the bus. As usual I had on a casual attire - a tank top with a pattern of an elephant and booty shorts. I walked rather confidently into the hotel lobby, still feeling excited about my new arm tattoo of my favourite book cover. Prior to that meeting, we had been talking for a couple of days online, except that I wasn't really keen on having a conversation with him. Originally I wasn't even going to agree on this appointment. Somehow, as he persisted on and on, which quite confused me, I finally managed to squeeze out two hours of the day to go and see him. (To be fair, at that time I was still madly head over heels over my boyfriend.) He was a man in his late forties, even older than my father. As he came down to fetch me, I could tel...

Honestly, it's really not that important that you know who I am. Although as humans we are naturally curious about a person's background - where they're from or what they're like - before we dig more into their lives, their stories, their past and the present. However, I won't do that. It's not that I'm not willing to, but in all truthfulness I fail time and again to really describe myself. Somehow, no matter how hard I try, I can never conjure up the perfect way to precisely portrait myself. And none of us should be able to either, since for all I know, humans are complicated. We, as I prefer to think, are souls that reside within bodies, instead of bodies carrying souls. The way I would start this blog is by initiating the countless of stories and encounters that will unfold in front of your eyes in the future - a continuation of adventures, of heartbreaks and many depressing moments, with a few enlightening ones in between. It's a timeline of my lif...