As a professional, we are wise and advised, not to take any sort of rejection personally.
This is of course, excellent advice. Which I have given to other ladies as well. I will continue to do so.
However; being in such close proximity to another human being, especially one you have known for numerous years, how can you NOT have some sort of personal reflection.
Not based on rejection, rather; based on a lengthy timeline of establishing a connection, even though in a professional sense, we are human after all.
I suspect we touch each other in many different ways.
The way you are nicely treated, is remembered with such fondness.
Today I reflected while driving home. It fills me with a great sense of satisfaction that I have been in the industry for several years. It is exactly who I am. It fits me. It makes me feel like ME.
And I realized, I love making you feel like YOU. Over the years I have met many wonderful gentlemen and ladies alike. I really am a lucky piglet.
And so today I fondly said goodbye, for probably the last time, to a gentleman.
This man was one of the first to see me as a novice escort, and saw me weekly for many years, (all those years ago down south,) til I moved up north to where the wind blows.
It filled me with great sadness several months ago to learn he was not well, and is fading away rather speedily.
Today he sighed heavily, and mentioned, "I am getting old now."
Reading the room, I tried to make light of the conversation by saying something daft, "I have curves now eh?!" (I used to be super skinny)
He smiled gratefully for attempting a distraction, and agreed I looked very healthy with 'a bit more padding.' (cue laughter on my behalf)
As he was leaving, he gave me a hug, nodded at me, "Well (real name inserted), it has been an amazing journey!"
I bowed my head and performed a curtsey, then closed the door.
As I heard his footsteps disappear, I blinked away a tear via a smile.
Discretion dictates I can not do much to appease his agony.
So I hope this is one of those times whereby, 'it's the thought that counts.'
This is of course, excellent advice. Which I have given to other ladies as well. I will continue to do so.
However; being in such close proximity to another human being, especially one you have known for numerous years, how can you NOT have some sort of personal reflection.
Not based on rejection, rather; based on a lengthy timeline of establishing a connection, even though in a professional sense, we are human after all.
I suspect we touch each other in many different ways.
The way you are nicely treated, is remembered with such fondness.
Today I reflected while driving home. It fills me with a great sense of satisfaction that I have been in the industry for several years. It is exactly who I am. It fits me. It makes me feel like ME.
And I realized, I love making you feel like YOU. Over the years I have met many wonderful gentlemen and ladies alike. I really am a lucky piglet.
And so today I fondly said goodbye, for probably the last time, to a gentleman.
This man was one of the first to see me as a novice escort, and saw me weekly for many years, (all those years ago down south,) til I moved up north to where the wind blows.
It filled me with great sadness several months ago to learn he was not well, and is fading away rather speedily.
Today he sighed heavily, and mentioned, "I am getting old now."
Reading the room, I tried to make light of the conversation by saying something daft, "I have curves now eh?!" (I used to be super skinny)
He smiled gratefully for attempting a distraction, and agreed I looked very healthy with 'a bit more padding.' (cue laughter on my behalf)
As he was leaving, he gave me a hug, nodded at me, "Well (real name inserted), it has been an amazing journey!"
I bowed my head and performed a curtsey, then closed the door.
As I heard his footsteps disappear, I blinked away a tear via a smile.
Discretion dictates I can not do much to appease his agony.
So I hope this is one of those times whereby, 'it's the thought that counts.'
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