Ok, it might be a while yet, but the sunshine and blue skies over the last few days, together with a little bit more daylight each afternoon makes the winter more bearable.
The beginning of the year has been pretty busy, not withstanding the usual fantasists and timewasters who conspire to make my life more stressful than it should be, but I suppose they’re the bane of the lives of anyone who relies on people making appointments and keeping them.
If you have to cancel, it’s not a problem, but a simple phone call/text/email to that effect shouldn’t be too difficult, should it??
People not turning up is especially galling when I’ve turned down other bookings because I thought I was already booked.
Similarly, I don’t appreciate fantasy emails. For those of you who don’t waste hours of your busy lives pursuing this hobby, I’ll explain.
Almost daily I open my inbox to find an email from some exotic spot in the world, asking me for a long booking in some far flung destination. It could be from Dubai, the US, Italy or even Essex. What they all have in common is plenty of detail and the superficial appearance of being from someone sane and genuine. I know some women always ditch this sort of email without reading it, because they never get that sort of booking, or don’t want to do it. I, on the other hand, tend to take them seriously because I do get genuine bookings of this type and I like them.
So I respond and there follows some to-ing and fro-ing of correspondence or phone calls to sort out dates etc. Then – nothing. Nada. Zilch. It’s all a big fantasy. Are you listening Dave from Essex and Luigi from Bologna? I have only one question to ask and that is why, or in Luigi’s case, perché ??? (Names changed to protect the not so innocent).
Why would you bother going to all the trouble of writing emails, telling me which hotel we would be staying in etc etc, only for it all to be a pretence? I guess I’ll never find out. So please, if inventing bookings with escorts floats your boat, by all means write the email but please, I beg you, don’t send them or make the phone call. Just keep it all in your head and have a little wank over my pictures or something.
You know it makes sense.

