I woke up to the sound of my tv still on. Leaving the TV on definitely helps me sleep especially when it’s playing food network. Recently I’ve kind of destroyed my kitchen trying to turm myself into a chef. I looked at my phone and realized it was already 9 am and my first clients appointment was at 12 I still needed to get ready and drive all the way to chattsworth.
Pretty much every morning is the same routine. Trying to rush out the door I got into my car and drove off. I met this guy on tinder. I’ve been trying to expand where I meet guys and he was one of the first matches. He seemed like a decent guy until he sent me a dick pic. It usually makes it easy at that point. I just let them know they can take me out on a date and the appointment is set. This guy was more than happy to realize I was a sex worker. He told me about his two friends and all of his fantasies. Pretty much all the guys I go out with tell me each one of their fantasies. In a way it’s cute but it does get old.