That's got to be the most shittiest scenario for a guy EVER! As if a cheating gf isn't bad enough, now she's fucking strangers on the side... You'd have to be very stupid not to notice your gf is an sp. Irregular working hours, a substantial income all in cash, clandestine phone calls. Your average Joe might be clueless but a John should know better.
Today I saw one SP met before
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I was at the grocery store one day with my buddy and saw a MPA I knew. She came up to me and said hi, when my buddy was busy and made it seem casual, but I nearly shit. The lady was a lot older than me so, if asked I couldn't say friend from school or some where else age appropriate. At least she did not ask where I had been or when I would be coming by. The conversation was normal, and in hindsight I figure she would not want to be outed anymore than I do. I must be too nice when I see these ladies, and they have started to think of me along friendlier terms.
i hope fuji is reading this, looks like a normal conversation to me and noone screwed noone life up
Might be normal, but I can see why someone would be nervous. Probably best to make eye contact first, then see if a signal is given to approach.i hope fuji is reading this, looks like a normal conversation to me and noone screwed noone life up
down memory lane...
happened to me once...actually twice with the same woman...bumped into her in the eaton centre and we chatted for a minute...she was getting some last minute things for valentine's...and the other time i looked across the street downtown again and saw her on the other side...there was a little wave and smile and off we went...
i had only seen her once but we remembered each other...i couldn't tell you what she even remotely looks like now (it was some time ago)...but it was nice to be remembered...even for a fleeting moment...
happened to me once...actually twice with the same woman...bumped into her in the eaton centre and we chatted for a minute...she was getting some last minute things for valentine's...and the other time i looked across the street downtown again and saw her on the other side...there was a little wave and smile and off we went...
i had only seen her once but we remembered each other...i couldn't tell you what she even remotely looks like now (it was some time ago)...but it was nice to be remembered...even for a fleeting moment...
I've only bumped into a client once in public and it was outside his office downtown. He nodded and I nodded and we kept walking past each other. For me, that's how it should be. I would never walk up to a client and start chatting whether he be alone or not and I am lucky to have the kind of clients who, IF they have seen me in public or with friends, have had the common courtesy to be discreet and respectful of my private life and not approach me. A nod and/or smile will suffice if we both see each other.
she looks exhausted, sitting at the end of the TTC bus,try to take a nap,
but it is around lunch hour
seems SP's life is tough as well like others o_o''
Hint : Party time is over, she stayed too long. Pierce Brosnan is not coming to pick her up in an Aston Martin. She has to take the bus.
It all depends if your single and what kind of business relation you have with the SP, and there are the ones that don't really care if you see them in public. Good looks help from a client standpoint because if I was an SP, I wouldn't want to even say "hi" to an ugly client.
I never thought I would type these words but here goes:
I Madeline Rhodes agree with fuji.
:faint:
Now for the rest of you I want to share a couple stories.
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Long ago and far away in a land called No-Frills-Land I was strolling through the fields of produce with one of my best friends. Thankfully that best friend happened to double as my driver and she and I were together morning till night most days. (She's the type of friend who would help me hide the body... Even all these years later!)
This "gentleman" (I loosely use this word - think late 30's and should know better) came up to me and started telling me he'd been starting at my photos for weeks and had read my reviews on TERB. He told me how he loved my chutzpah and he definitely wanted to book me at some point.
During all of this I was telling him over and over to send me an email as I was on my personal time and didn't know who else might overhear this conversation... Thank you for the compliments, but really had to go, etc. etc.
He kept going. Getting louder and louder. Following me through the aisles.
Finally I stopped everything. Turned around and said the following:
"I was flattered for all of 3 seconds. Right now you would be outing me if I didn't have the moxy to tell my friends and family how I spend my time. You need to back the fu.ck off and walk away before I have a screaming fit here in this store and call you a stalker."
Finally he took the hint and left. He did of course blast me on the board, but that was manageable. What wasn't so manageable was being outed so loudly that one of my classmates heard the conversation, the name of the board, and my stage name. It took all of 2 days to walk into the computer lab and see 15 people crowded around checking out my photos on my site.
Privacy is priceless.
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This world is too small. Even hours away from your "real" world.
I see a handle on TERB that makes me go... No! It couldn't be! So I send a PM saying "Did you by chance live in?" Of course it was and his reply was "WOW! You haven't changed at all!". It turned out that one of the young strip club junkies on the board was the older brother of one of my grade school "boyfriends". You know... That whole "holding hands", and "riding around on our bike while hanging with friends" types of boyfriends. It ended up being entertainingly funny but the jig would have been up if we were not adults.
This never became a problem because we were both discreet, and adults about it.
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I am sitting in the Zanzibar. With a TERB member. We'd agreed to grab a drink and watch a couple girls as I knew where that place was and the likelihood of our stumbling across a real life friend was a touch lower then either of our local haunts.
In walks "Bad Penis". Now you might be thinking 'why is she calling someone "Bad Penis"?' right about now. This "gentleman" was someone I had seen through an agency approximately 1-2 years prior, and that line happened to come up enough on the duo booking that he became forever more "Bad Penis". Back history aside I shall move on now...
He walks over to me and totally disregards that I am sitting with someone and asks me for my "work number". Yes! He said "work number". I gave it to him, shook it off and went about my night. Until about 4 hours later when his wife found my number. Thankfully he called, gave me his name and work place info so I could punt the ball a bit so to speak. Within 15 minutes she called me and started flipping out. I had all the right things to say, and I got him out of his hot water.
I never spoke to him again but I always wondered what happened to him.
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I'd decided to go to a comedy club with my roommate. We went, she had fun (the "comedians" were a bit sketchy at best), and I went home. I turned my computer on to 3 messages saying things like "Were you on King Street tonight?", and "I saw you standing there in that long black skirt, and sexy blue top". EEEK!
I'd never seen any of them. I never did see any of them. They went on my "slightly creepy and potential stalker" list. Not just because of the initial messages but the ensuing conversations.
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I share these stories for one reason really. That is to make you think twice about anything more then a smile and a nod.
I have had many of those over the years, and occasionally indicated it was ok to be approached. That said... To approach without invitation is not at all advisable. Just because I am not "standing with someone" doesn't mean I am not well known enough that it is noticed. At least in the past. Now I can tie it all to another time and place but back then it was not so easily done.
Smile - fine.
Nod in passing - fine.
How are you today? With a polite "great and you?" - fine. ** EDITED TO ADD: THIS is when walking down the street, etc. in that whole people passing people kind of way. NOT walking over to distinctly say hello.
Sending a message asking if it was them? And saying they look pretty - can be hit or miss.
Addressing someone by "name" - failure.
Approaching someone when not casually walking by - failure.
Sending someone a message telling them you liked what they were wearing? - failure.
Failing to ensure a number is properly concealed - failure.
Any questions?
I Madeline Rhodes agree with fuji.
:faint:
Now for the rest of you I want to share a couple stories.
~~~~~~~
Long ago and far away in a land called No-Frills-Land I was strolling through the fields of produce with one of my best friends. Thankfully that best friend happened to double as my driver and she and I were together morning till night most days. (She's the type of friend who would help me hide the body... Even all these years later!)
This "gentleman" (I loosely use this word - think late 30's and should know better) came up to me and started telling me he'd been starting at my photos for weeks and had read my reviews on TERB. He told me how he loved my chutzpah and he definitely wanted to book me at some point.
During all of this I was telling him over and over to send me an email as I was on my personal time and didn't know who else might overhear this conversation... Thank you for the compliments, but really had to go, etc. etc.
He kept going. Getting louder and louder. Following me through the aisles.
Finally I stopped everything. Turned around and said the following:
"I was flattered for all of 3 seconds. Right now you would be outing me if I didn't have the moxy to tell my friends and family how I spend my time. You need to back the fu.ck off and walk away before I have a screaming fit here in this store and call you a stalker."
Finally he took the hint and left. He did of course blast me on the board, but that was manageable. What wasn't so manageable was being outed so loudly that one of my classmates heard the conversation, the name of the board, and my stage name. It took all of 2 days to walk into the computer lab and see 15 people crowded around checking out my photos on my site.
Privacy is priceless.
~~~~~~~
This world is too small. Even hours away from your "real" world.
I see a handle on TERB that makes me go... No! It couldn't be! So I send a PM saying "Did you by chance live in?" Of course it was and his reply was "WOW! You haven't changed at all!". It turned out that one of the young strip club junkies on the board was the older brother of one of my grade school "boyfriends". You know... That whole "holding hands", and "riding around on our bike while hanging with friends" types of boyfriends. It ended up being entertainingly funny but the jig would have been up if we were not adults.
This never became a problem because we were both discreet, and adults about it.
~~~~~~~
I am sitting in the Zanzibar. With a TERB member. We'd agreed to grab a drink and watch a couple girls as I knew where that place was and the likelihood of our stumbling across a real life friend was a touch lower then either of our local haunts.
In walks "Bad Penis". Now you might be thinking 'why is she calling someone "Bad Penis"?' right about now. This "gentleman" was someone I had seen through an agency approximately 1-2 years prior, and that line happened to come up enough on the duo booking that he became forever more "Bad Penis". Back history aside I shall move on now...
He walks over to me and totally disregards that I am sitting with someone and asks me for my "work number". Yes! He said "work number". I gave it to him, shook it off and went about my night. Until about 4 hours later when his wife found my number. Thankfully he called, gave me his name and work place info so I could punt the ball a bit so to speak. Within 15 minutes she called me and started flipping out. I had all the right things to say, and I got him out of his hot water.
I never spoke to him again but I always wondered what happened to him.
~~~~~~~
I'd decided to go to a comedy club with my roommate. We went, she had fun (the "comedians" were a bit sketchy at best), and I went home. I turned my computer on to 3 messages saying things like "Were you on King Street tonight?", and "I saw you standing there in that long black skirt, and sexy blue top". EEEK!
I'd never seen any of them. I never did see any of them. They went on my "slightly creepy and potential stalker" list. Not just because of the initial messages but the ensuing conversations.
--------------------
I share these stories for one reason really. That is to make you think twice about anything more then a smile and a nod.
I have had many of those over the years, and occasionally indicated it was ok to be approached. That said... To approach without invitation is not at all advisable. Just because I am not "standing with someone" doesn't mean I am not well known enough that it is noticed. At least in the past. Now I can tie it all to another time and place but back then it was not so easily done.
Smile - fine.
Nod in passing - fine.
How are you today? With a polite "great and you?" - fine. ** EDITED TO ADD: THIS is when walking down the street, etc. in that whole people passing people kind of way. NOT walking over to distinctly say hello.
Sending a message asking if it was them? And saying they look pretty - can be hit or miss.
Addressing someone by "name" - failure.
Approaching someone when not casually walking by - failure.
Sending someone a message telling them you liked what they were wearing? - failure.
Failing to ensure a number is properly concealed - failure.
Any questions?
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it seems like you don't have any fucking clue of what you're saying. do you even hobby? first of all, sps are human beings, agreed. but what differs them from the civvie is that, they all know us and met us through hobbying.(meaning sex in exchange for money). sps withstand the anxiety of having sex with us just to earn a living. greeting them in public with no regard of what environment you are in and think everything's fine & dandy is the last thing you want to do. always remember, you paid for fantasy not for reality.
Holy shit Madeline, quite the stories.
And yes I agree with Fuji on this one. Discretion shows class.
Mr bigbrown, you're a bumbling dingbat.
And yes I agree with Fuji on this one. Discretion shows class.
Mr bigbrown, you're a bumbling dingbat.
You have no idea what you're talking about. There are a lot of SP's who work to pay through school. They are fully intent on a normal life when it's all done and paid for. They may have boyfriends--at school--who have no idea how they pay their tuition. They probably tell NO-ONE, perhaps not even their closest friends, about their work as an SP, because they don't it following them around when after graduate and start a normal job.
Husband is going to be a lot more rare but yes I have run into that before too. The girl only worked one day a week. Coincidentally, that was always hubby's night out with his friends.
Bottom line is none of this is your business. It's her business, and off the clock and out of her work you have no relationship with her and should keep your mouth shut because you don't know what kind of trouble you're going to cause.
I met one of my ATFs at a convenience store a year ago. I didn't see her until we were face to face across an isle. I was surprise at that point as i'm on my way to see her yet here she is standing in front of me and staring at a blank wall (me), no smile no nod. awkward. Our eyes just passed each other and i left before she did. We never even talked about it during the session. still see her once in a while. still awesome time.
If I had an SP tell me to never look/talk to her in public I would wished I never dated her for a second--even for free.
Just saying. What does a simple hello hurt, and on a bus, really high class people she hangs with.
Just saying. What does a simple hello hurt, and on a bus, really high class people she hangs with.
It isn't out of snobbery, it's being discreet when both of you don't know the situation at hand. You both may be protecting a secret.
