I admit it. Sometimes I overstep. I can’t help myself. I like to know a little about the people I’m having sex with. Connect just a small amount.
The price for her is risk. I might turn into some love crazed client who starts getting too close. The price for me is now that I know her a little, I’ll care about her a little. Not every escort I meet is down for that. However, I have found a handful that are ok with becoming friends. Work friends mind you, but friends nevertheless.
So let’s rewind to this weekend. I’ve become friends with Karmen. She is green….only escorting about two months. She confessed to me recently I was her second appointment EVER. We have a lot in common, but still this is a professional relationship. She provides a service that I pay for. While she is providing and I am paying, we enjoy each other’s company, but there are still boundaries.
We booked an overnight for Friday. Her first. Friday slipped to Saturday. I booty call Stacy at midnight Friday. No harm no foul.
Karmen gets an unexpected gig with another regular Saturday morning. Go with him and his kids to an amusement park. She’ll be done by 2. She’ll call me Saturday afternoon. We’re still on for Saturday night.
24 hours go by. Sunday. No word from Karmen. I can’t get it out of my head. I’m worried. What if something happened? She flaked on me once before, but called the next morning and apologized.
To get my mind off it, I book the Shrek appointment. Bail from there. End up with Kacey which goes very well, and then later that night I unexpectedly land at Layla’s for another stellar session to close out Sunday.
Midnight, I am home in my bed. Stoned and thoroughly laid. Still checking my phone for messages from Karmen. Nothing.
Finally Monday after lunch she surfaces. She dropped her phone Saturday and lost all the numbers. Pretty lame story. I highly doubt it is true. However, she doesn’t owe me anything beyond an apology.
From her side she could have just said. “Hey I’m sorry, this overnight isn’t going to work out.I am too busy this weekend. I’ll catch up with you on Monday.” I would have been annoyed, but would have gotten over it.
From my side I should know better. I am in control of my own expectations. When Friday slipped, and then she got that gig on Saturday AM, I should have cancelled it then and there.
We both could have done a better job of it.
I feel like an idiot.