I'd love to write a review of this lady, but she requested that I not post a review about her. Apparently she had a bunch of really bad calls after being reviewed at one point, and hated the 'idiots' who took the review completely wrong.
After our evening together, however, I told her that the time I'd spent with her was not only the longest in duration, but the most interesting I'd ever had. She consented for me to describe the evening, but to respect her privacy.
It started with the first phone call, in which she started to go into the regular SP spiel of price, location and description. I halted her into the description by making a joke about party lines on the phone, to which she giggled and said it was nice to hear someone calling that remembers those days.
We set a time, and I arrived at her incall. Her apartment was a tad messy, but more along the lines of books and papers and a vast array of knowledge. She greeted me wearing black lingerie and high heels, complete with garter belt and stockings.
Her 3 pets were friendly enough, and I followed her into her kitchen, where she offered me some home-made lemonade. I accepted, only to realize that she was going to make it right then and there.
"Don't worry" she said "I'm not charging you for the time we spend together here. This is more to introduce ourselves and to see if we click. Or should I see to see if YOU feel comfortable with me."
Wow, I thought. First time I'd ever had an SP give me the chance to get 'comfortable' before getting down to business.
There I was, sitting in her kitchen, enjoying the view of a tall woman in lingerie cutting lemons up and adding just the right amount of sugar.
I sat and listened to her chatting to me while looking around the kitchen. She had an unorganized collection of books on some nearby shelves, and I asked if she minded me looking at them. "Of course not, please feel free." she said.
Authors and titles that I hadn't seen since some courses in university lined her shelves. Everything from feminism to totalitarianism. A smorgasbord of knowledge. I have a similar collection, although my books are weighted towards fiction rather than non.
I looked at her wall clock, and realized that 30 minutes had sailed by. Her patter ranged from her pets to her studies to her work in the trade to her travels. Mostly I found that when I entered the conversation, she would switch to that subject and would have a story or two of her own.
cont'd
After our evening together, however, I told her that the time I'd spent with her was not only the longest in duration, but the most interesting I'd ever had. She consented for me to describe the evening, but to respect her privacy.
It started with the first phone call, in which she started to go into the regular SP spiel of price, location and description. I halted her into the description by making a joke about party lines on the phone, to which she giggled and said it was nice to hear someone calling that remembers those days.
We set a time, and I arrived at her incall. Her apartment was a tad messy, but more along the lines of books and papers and a vast array of knowledge. She greeted me wearing black lingerie and high heels, complete with garter belt and stockings.
Her 3 pets were friendly enough, and I followed her into her kitchen, where she offered me some home-made lemonade. I accepted, only to realize that she was going to make it right then and there.
"Don't worry" she said "I'm not charging you for the time we spend together here. This is more to introduce ourselves and to see if we click. Or should I see to see if YOU feel comfortable with me."
Wow, I thought. First time I'd ever had an SP give me the chance to get 'comfortable' before getting down to business.
There I was, sitting in her kitchen, enjoying the view of a tall woman in lingerie cutting lemons up and adding just the right amount of sugar.
I sat and listened to her chatting to me while looking around the kitchen. She had an unorganized collection of books on some nearby shelves, and I asked if she minded me looking at them. "Of course not, please feel free." she said.
Authors and titles that I hadn't seen since some courses in university lined her shelves. Everything from feminism to totalitarianism. A smorgasbord of knowledge. I have a similar collection, although my books are weighted towards fiction rather than non.
I looked at her wall clock, and realized that 30 minutes had sailed by. Her patter ranged from her pets to her studies to her work in the trade to her travels. Mostly I found that when I entered the conversation, she would switch to that subject and would have a story or two of her own.
cont'd
