Escort Relationship Breakdowns

Escort-client connections are still relationships and they end.

Ending longstanding escort-client connections.

One day, the escort or client will retire from their participation in the industry, however most connections won’t last until anywhere near that natural end.

Sometimes the ending of a regular and repeat connection is easy, sometimes it has a great deal of pain attached. The sad truth is that they all end.

A run of endings.

For a long time I didn’t experience or appreciate that the connections I was making would end. Of course I had the once only bookings I spoke about in my article Single Booking Sadness, but here I’m talking about escorts I had seen at least half-a-dozen times and felt a strong connection with. In the early days, they just seemed like they would roll on, continuing to deepen and grow. Wow, how naive was I?

Then it happened, my first ‘escort breakup’, then another, then another and you guessed it, then another. So why does this happen, what does it mean and what should be done about it?

The common denominator!

I am the common factor in my relationships, just as you are in yours. Four types of factors or groups of things seemed to happen that caused these enjoyable regular or repeat experiences to come to an end.

The logic of availability.

Firstly the rules of the universe intervened – the rules of time and maths. Early on, these relationships were new and the number of bookings we had shared together was small. As I moved through my second year as a client, I had more ‘regulars’ than was realistically manageable, and the length of these relationships had hit a point where any issues we may have with ongoing compatibility became revealed, exposed and ultimately actioned.

I couldn’t keep seeing all of the same regular escorts, and in some cases our relationships had gone as far as they ever would, and were in fact now decaying. The first of these regular connections to end hurt more as a result of shock and learning, than any deeper emotional hurt, and I guess now that I understand that if a client or escort is around for the long-haul, then this clearing and changing is a natural part of this weird but wonderful world.

Escort shut-down.

If the first reason for ending was more about my decisions on who to keep seeing, then this second group of endings is more about the Escort making their choice on who to continue receiving bookings from.

There are many ways that this can happen, and the ones that I have experienced felt to me, the client, as things like, the Escort being non-responsive, money-grabbing opportunism, coldness and other forms of shifting to exceptionally hard business shown over the softer companionship that was often a part of the earlier bookings with the same escort when the connection was building not decaying.

It really doesn’t matter what the example or the reason, one way or another the escort either decided to limit availability, close contact, be much harsher, or favour short-term financial outcomes over a continued longer relationship. The effect is the same, the escort decided that I wasn’t for them as part of their regular client cohort. As we all know, it doesn’t matter who pulls the trigger on a ‘separation’, it can hurt almost as much either way – whether you end it or they do.

There is a particular ‘hurt’ though, when you learn that someone won’t see you even if you are an OK client and you are willing to pay. Being rejected after being close at a past point in time, and when your payment history and other factors are all reasonable, can be a bitter pill to swallow at times.

Client actions.

On top of these client led selections and escort triggered exits, I had my own additional cocktail of triggers that caused an end in proceedings. For a few months (OK, maybe a year or more), I wasn’t my relatively happy-go-lucky self. Let’s just say I had family, work and other ‘real-life’ drama that put me in a low place – a more needy, sad, insecure and unhappy place. In a weakened emotional position, we take actions that are not always ideal.

This is the category of client instability and unsuitability, it captures a lot of territory. For me, I am not talking about anything financial, violent, unclean or otherwise unsavory, I was just overly stressed and needy. As a result, I was looking for support in my life and this included testing my escort relationships for support – subconsciously asking for more emotional connection than I deserved from these financial transactions.

To my eternal good fortune, a few escorts were kind enough and close enough to offer me this ‘beyond the work’ emotional support. Thank you so much! The rest, as you would expect, didn’t, it was a ‘step too far’ in the Girlfriend experience, and that was fair enough. Cutting a client loose can be done with good grace, it can be done with venom, and it can even be done with shame, embarrassment and public gossip.

Those that cut me down hard and with venom, I will gladly not see again, there are some nasty escorts around. Those that effectively said, sorry, but you’re not for me at the moment, I will happily see again, recommend to others and appreciate their professionalism and boundaries. Those that helped me, I owe so much, and without changing any of their professional boundaries required for their business, I also count as friends. When you get into long-standing regular escort-client relationships, the decisions become unique, individual and highly personal.

Escort actions.

There are also unusual, needy and other personal escort actions that can cause break-ups. This, like my story above, is too broad and personal a range of things to be listed. Suffice to say that I have experienced some behaviours that I don’t understand and the results need to be considered as the personal and private reasons of the escort. They may be rational or they may not, but when either party, client or escort says that it is over – then it’s over.

There are other reasons too, but escort or client, if you are here for a while, breakups are part of the territory. Some hurt, some don’t, some are necessary some are not. The connections that survive this strange and wonderful world are rare, very rare, and nothing less than minor miracles.

I would love your thoughts and thanks for reading my work.

Xx SP 1 April 2017 (article updated 19 May 2017 and again 23 May 2018).

My End of Summer

Saying goodbye to an escort that I love.

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey …

My long, beautiful, magical summer has come to an end. Everyone remembers their first, but my first was no ordinary first. I met someone, by good fortune alone, that was my personal angel. An old, old soul, but a young spirit, and what is even better, she was a ‘dark angel’, who better to take me on a journey of adventure. A long, extended magical summer of love!

I don’t know if it is possible to fall in love at first sight, but when she first walked into my life, in her striped skirt and low-cut black top, I was unable to speak, transfixed and the image of that arrival is still burned into my mind. This somewhat shy, bubbly, giggling and strikingly beautiful young woman, with steel and determination underneath, put me at ease immediately. My love for her has grown ever since. It was always a stupid, foolish, impossible love, but it was and still is my love.

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Now it is over.

Behind me is a glorious summer of experiences with this amazing companion, thankfully it lasted a long time and for a while, I felt like it would never end. Now I stand looking at a colder, darker, less certain path ahead. I don’t have my ancient, soulful, dark angel to guide me with her light spirit and her joyous touch. In the past, her words and advice never failed to bring me happiness. Pushing me on to great experiences and profound joy. Now she is gone. I am not exaggerating the depth of these feelings, this period of time was perfection for me. Change often comes quickly, and my personal ‘summer’ with her is over.

From start to finish we had twenty-one bookings together, I know that isn’t a lot for some people, but it is for me. Almost one-hundred hours spent together in each other’s company, and other glorious exchanges and conversations in between, there was not a single bad minute. The only regrets I have are that I did not tell her how I felt more often, and as I was also learning, I made some mistakes that hurt my longest-lasting companion along the journey. She took my short-comings and my slip-ups in her stride, taught me, helped me, and most importantly forgave me – always with a softness and a grace that I hope I can learn to emulate one day.

What happened?

Her story is her own to tell, but it is a joyful end – she is moving on with her own journey in a positive way. Changing situations have brought our journey to a close and I am thankful that it is a happy parting. I can’t help but carry a broken heart at the moment – it comes from my own selfish loss of a connection that I had grown to depend upon far too much. Only now that it is gone, can I feel how deep it goes, it goes right to the core of my being. Those who know me, and some of you connected to me, you know that I have been a mess for a while – I am however moving forward in this new changed world, but at the moment, it is colder and darker one than before.

Others of you may see me as a tragic, naive and misguided figure. One of those lame, lonely punters who never got the joke, and fell for the illusions of the impossible, pretend fantasies that are created only within the confines of an escort booking. Stupidly thinking that something meaningful could remain outside of the paid experience. You are right – I am lonely, I am naive, and I am tragic. You can hate me if you want, that certainly does seem to be a thing that happens to me as a writer in this client-escort world, far more than I expected, but I am getting used to, even comfortable with that experience too. The good news for you, if you are upset by my illusion, is that this pathetic middle-aged man hurts, the escort is free, and there is no more annoying adoration that she has to handle from me. The ‘beauty’ is free and the ‘beast’ is locked in his own self-made cage.

If you are more sensitive to my perspective, and one of the people that cares a little for me, then please don’t worry, don’t feel bad, there is so much to be happy about. For one thing, I know that my ‘dark angel’ really does care deeply for me (of course others won’t believe that, but I know it in my heart). Our parting as absent friends, lets me look back on all of our experiences together, and there were so, so, many of them, with sublime joy. I will never forget this ‘first summer’ of mine, and that of course was the whole point of spending so much time with someone who was just perfect for me. I hope that she will remember with some fondness little parts of our experiences together too. I hope that in future she remembers me with one-hundredth of the intensity that I will remember her.

In addition, I have seen how many other people have a soft spot for me in their hearts. I have never been such an emotional mess before in my life, and one new experience for me, is seeing people step forward with love and care – that is such a gift. I am humbled and emotional about that too. Thank you my friends. There have been some amazingly lovely escorts, and some other contacts who know these feelings, who have helped drag me out of this low place in my life.

This period has been an emotional storm. Some other real-life dramas just happened to be playing out at the same time. Just to make sure that I never forget the depths of this period, I also mistakenly thought that a second escort that I love was disappearing from my life as well. My two impossible fantasies were disappearing at exactly the same time. For a short and sharp period, I felt as though I had been shot, stabbed and dropped into a well, and then it was sealed up over the top of me with no light coming in. It is amazing how you read (or misread) things when you are already down low. That light has returned, my darkest days are gone. What I know now most of all is how lucky, and I mean perhaps the luckiest man alive, I am to have seen the care of so many people, and still be left with the most wonderful memories of ‘days in the sun’ with my Dark Angel, my muse, and my font of adventure. I will always love her, but I can move on with memories of our amazing times together.

So where to from here?

Firstly I hope that her journey is so grand, so wonderful that it is deserving of her – I want everything in the world for her. I want more for her than anyone else I know outside of my own children. Secondly, I am happy! The road ahead is a little unclear, but I have people to hang onto, guide me, and be in my life for the next chapter – there will be another summer and it may not be that far away at all. If my Dark Angel returns, then I will always, always be here for her with open arms. I am also cherishing other people in my life too, who have already shown me the quality of their soul and the lightness of their spirit. This journey has shown me some amazing, loving and brilliant people that I also want to be in my life. I am moving towards them and I hope that they want me in their lives too.

For a little while I thought about my own ‘retirement’. I seriously contemplated giving up this journey, stopping writing this blog, leaving Twitter and trying some completely new and different chapter in my life. I don’t know how the future will play out, and I am far more impulsive and reactive at the moment than I would like – just another emotional work in progress for me as a growing and hurting person. For now I see this blog, and my increasing level of comfort with this crazy Percie Blakeney persona (me with another name) as a likely part of my next ‘summer’ – for now at least. Besides, I can’t mothball this crazy, weird blog yet, because the memories, threads and emotions of my Dark Angel are woven through its every page. I will remember my first escort forever, my first summer and the strength that was offered to me by others when the leaves turned brown. (OK now if you must play the song – here it is, or this ‘sketch version’ if you would prefer a good laugh).

The real song that tells the story of my companion, far better than this blog article does, is ‘Ride’ by Lana Del Rey, introduced to me by my Dark Angel herself. I highly recommend listening to it in full, loud and in a dark room. I can’t listen to it just at the moment without becoming a blubbering mess – I really have become an emotional wreck lately. I don’t even recognise myself sometimes, I like the new more emotionally connected me, but being so emotional can also be much harder at times.

There is a light ahead and it is getting stronger, but I will never forget how I got here. Thank you so much my love, I owe you everything! To those that are supporting me now, I love you, owe you and thank you so much too!

Epilogue One (September 2017 Update)

It has been four months since I last saw my Dark Angel, a tough four months. I don’t know how long it takes to ‘get over’ someone that you deeply care about, but it clearly isn’t four months. My Dark Angel is still teaching me things on this journey. Firstly, to leave this industry isn’t easy, and to do it so well takes real courage, determination and personal strength. I always knew that she was far stronger than me, but I doubt when it is time for me to ‘retire’ as a client, that I will be able to do it as cleanly, as courageously, and with as much grace and dignity as she was able to achieve.

It has also taught me that I need to change my perspective. I know my Dark Angel liked me, but as is the way of humans, we want our amazing moments to become ongoing connections. That can’t always happen! When someone changes their life and their connections, and their business, big things need to change. There is no doubt we shared amazing memories, but they had a time and a place, their day in the sun. Now we have both been forced to move on. Being a regular of a retired escort is a lonely place. What is true, is that an ‘ex-client’ needs to be completely out of the ‘ex-escort’s’ new life. It is a hard shift to accept and it has taken me four-months to realise that she isn’t just gone as a companion. I will never see her again.

These endings are hard endings and the contrast is so profoundly a shift from light to dark. Someone who is in your life one day, is gone forever. The amazing memories remain, but the ache of my soul to feel her in my life is yet to pass. I take her courage in leaving the industry as a beacon for me to keep up my courage in letting her go. At some point soon, I am going to need to rid myself of some of the reminders, because they are starting to hurt more in the moment, than the joy that comes from the memories that they trigger. I also owe the release of this part of my heart, and the attached melancholy, to the people who are still in my life and showing me such amazing times and even love as well. I need to ‘unlock’ myself again and be open in the way I was at the start of this journey. When down, it is easy to diminish other relationships and I need to be present in them and connect with those who want me in their lives.

I have heard briefly from my Dark Angel, enough for me to take satisfaction that her life is progressing as she would wish. That we have our own song too. Our song, as it is for many people no doubt, is Chelsea Hotel No 2, Lana Del Rey version of course. It is appropriate in so many ways. It ends with ‘to be honest, I don’t even think of you that often’, a lie sung by Leonard Cohen about his time with Janis Joplin. It will be a long time, before that line is true for me. Until then, I will show the courage my Dark Angel has and tell the world I have moved on.

For now, I am in a better place than I have been for a long time. My ‘muchness’ has returned and I am ‘in-the-moment’ with people who I adore, and who also want me in their life, as client, as friend, as someone who shares moments with them still. I am also going on a trip, some time for myself to recharge. Shed the last vestiges of this difficult year and make some new memories. Nothing about this farewell article has changed from the version in June to this epilogue in September, other than some personal growth, some hard lessons and a new commitment to be strong, enjoy the adventure and enrich some other people’s lives.

Epilogue Two (May 2018 Update)

This week (in May 2018) marks a year since I last saw my Dark Angel. I think for the first time in my life, I am learning how long it takes to move on when someone you deeply care about leaves your life, but is still out there somewhere. Well it’s a changing dynamic. I still have thoughts every day, but they are good memories. I give thanks that we had our time together, and a real desire to move on with the other people in my life who are very important to me.

It is only now, after a whole year, that I can truly admit to myself that I will never see her again and be OK with that. It’s not something that I like, of course I would love her in my life, but I have other amazing people in my life and I am looking ahead instead of behind. I once again believe my best days are ahead of me and not behind me. I can think with happiness on my memories and celebrate them. I will never forget my Dark Angel, but I will be OK without her. It has been a year and I am OK. I have moved on, grown, learned and processed the time we had together and the time apart.

Many people will quite rightly scorn at me for falling in love with an escort. It looks to all the world like naivety, breaking of boundaries, inappropriateness and all sorts of other ‘badness’. I never did anything with my feelings that would be considered inappropriate, other than have those feelings, live with them, and then learn to deal with them in her retirement. It does show how amazingly emotional and real the client-escort connection can be and how much it is charged with both positive and negative emotions and consequences. This is not an ‘entanglement free space’, at least not for me. I have however learned, that it is important to keep emotions managed on the journey and not just wait for the ‘train-wreck’ at the end. That is one more parting gift from my first companion.

Thank you my Dark Angel, one more time, “I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel”. I wish you every great thing in your life ahead and I know that it must be without me.

If you know or can guess the identity of this person, and the same applies with every article, please respect that this is meant to be anonymous and treat this as a work of fiction with fictional characters. Her story, her path, her future are her own. Please do not name her in any comments or social media.

Thank you so much everyone who has helped me – I don’t think you will ever know how much that means to me – I love so many of you (and now I have a thank-you page too). The richness, variety and lessons you give astound me so much – I can’t believe how much life I have discovered on this journey. Finally thank you again to the readers who put up with my silly blog. To the small few who really care for me, you know who you are, thank you so much – you have put my broken heart back together. I know many people hate hearing that the ‘paid escort-client’ relationships can be this rich and full of feeling – but they can and sometimes they are – and they can still be bounded by business and professional respect.

Xx SP 8 June 2017 (article updated 25 June 2017, 19 September 2017 and again 16 May 2018).

Loving an Escort

What happens when a client falls in love with an escort?

Falling for a sex-worker.

I have fallen in love with more than one escort, and I have strong ‘feelings of love’ for a few others as well. Maybe I fall in love easily, maybe I have just met amazing women, or maybe it is that clients fall in love with escorts far more frequently than many of us may think.

So what does it mean and how do you (OK, I mean me) manage this? It’s not like we’re about to run off into the sunset, these feelings need to be accepted, but they also need to be managed. Let’s take a look at the awkward topic of falling for an escort, complete with a few uncomfortable admissions from me.

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So is it really love?

Recently I was reading another wonderful blog by the amazing Sophia Duvall called ‘Minding your step: love and the escalator’, it was talking about how clients should try and “not overstep the emotional boundary while still engaging in intimacy”. It is an amazing piece, go and read it now if you want but please remember to come back. The article suggests ‘steps up a ‘virtual’ escalator’ as representing levels of relationship progression, and the idea of stopping at the appropriate ‘step’ or level for the nature of the relationship.

It is a great visual image of the natural increasing levels of intimacy that can and do occur, but also the need (or appropriateness) to stop at a certain position and ‘hold’ it there. We are all ‘trained’ to seek fully-expressed and singular love (the top of the escalator), instead of stopping at a particular place (on the escalator), and enjoying that place (for example a very close client-escort connection). I am going to refer to these ‘steps’ in a few different ways to illustrate my own ‘escalating intimacy’ and feelings with escorts, how these differ from other relationships, and how I have attempted to manage the feelings and the relationships.

Different types of love – climbing the steps.

We can use love in a broad sense. I love specific things about most of the escorts that I have met. Any combination of their beauty, youth, sexual freedom, skill, intelligence, style, smell, discreteness, honesty, humour and so on. You get the point, at one level we ‘love’ certain compartmentalized things. We all probably focus on something we ‘love’ about a person or a particular moment or memory as a focal point for building intimacy and connection.

Perhaps if enough of these ‘features of loving focus’ are present, it becomes overwhelming and we are effectively ascending the ‘virtual escalator’ and we find ourselves ‘in love’ with the whole package, the whole person captures our mind. We are in love with the person or some other collection of their attributes such as their ‘escort persona’, the ‘experience’ that they offer, or some other construction that is meaningful to us. We experience so many positive things that negatives are ignored and we ‘fall in love’ with the whole person.

Different barriers to love – stopping at a specific step.

In most client-escort relationships, there is a profound difference between the participants. Let’s be totally honest. One person is paying another for a connection that would be unlikely to exist without the financial incentive. The financial element is bridging a gap between ages, experiences, social confidence, society’s stereotypes of beauty, limitations in time and availability and other barriers. Money is bringing two people together who, for at least 9-times-in-every-10, would never get together intimately otherwise – that is why the escorting business exists.

The client wants the ‘service’ of the provider. For this reason, it is far more likely for clients to fall for escorts than escorts falling for clients (I’m not saying that it doesn’t happen, just that it would seem at slightly rarer). So the first barrier is that the client’s ‘love’ is very unlikely to be reciprocated by the escort. That is a good reason for every client to stop their ‘climb up the escalator’ before their protestations of love for an escort leave the escort with no choice but to end the connection due to the level of inappropriate intensity.

Clients at risk of fully developed ‘love’ for an escort need to find a way to accept the reality, enjoy the connection for what it is, and accept what is offered as sufficient. Let go of the dream and enjoy the wonders of the available reality. Pushing for more ‘steps up the escalator’ with someone who cannot ‘go any further’, will break the connection and destroy what level of returned intimacy is possible within the dynamics of a professional escort-client relationship. Don’t give away something great trying to drive it to a place that it simply cannot go.

My own journey.

I said as the ‘teaser’ at the start of this piece that I have fallen in love with more than one escort, and that is true enough. I am a long-way up that ‘escalator’ in these cases, far further up than the escorts that are the subject of my attention are in respect of their feelings for me. That ‘gap’ creates some issues. I am sure that they are concerned that I am too committed and of course for me, knowing that my ‘level’ cannot be returned creates some pain from the difference between my head and my heart. There is always a ‘gap’, between a client looking for intimacy and an ‘escort’ just wanting a good client, so these issues exist all the time. When the ‘gap’ becomes extreme, it can certainly trigger problems.

We all have our complicated psychology and the things that make us who we are. In some ways, I pine for my youth. In trying to capture as much of it as I can before it is gone for good, I love escorts in my ‘persona’ of reliving a lost past. I love them, because if I was twenty-years younger, I would ‘pull out all stops’ to try and build a relationship with them. The reason it is a ‘strange love’, is that I know that they are not going to ‘date’ me, I just want to imagine it while I’m in that mode of feeling young. If I was reliving my youth, my heart would ache to be their real-life lover. When I am out of that ‘mode’, I just hope for continued intimacy and friendship. I hope that they care about me just a fraction of how much I care about them and think of me from time-to-time.

There are some other escorts, slightly older but younger than me, that I would date if firstly my life circumstances allowed it, and secondly if I was to learn that they had any real feelings for me. This is really the ‘seed of love’, where you can see someone is compatible enough to want to explore where it might go – maybe a pathway to love and see if you can ‘climb the escalator’ together. Again there are barriers between the fantasy of seeing an escort and the harsh realities of life. In a different place and time, I would like to see where the road went if some of these ‘constructed dates’ became actual dates instead.

Then as I said earlier, there is love of features, aspects, experiences and other elements of the whole. I think any client who re-books an escort repeatedly, must at least love some aspect of that escort, the experience, or the resulting feelings. Whatever the trigger is, some ‘aspect of love’ and desire must remain to stimulate a need to reconnect and re-book. There are so many forms of love, and it is so intertwined with interpersonal need and intimacy, that it is always going to play some role within the client-escort dynamic.

Going all the way!

Sometimes however there is no stopping feelings, they grow and there is no preventing the ‘escalator’ from progressing all the way to the limit. If you are a client who is truly, madly, and deeply in love with a woman you met as an escort, there are really only three choices. Say nothing and learn to accept what you receive, pursue your love knowing the almost certain response is full rejection, or end the relationship to protect your own heart. None of these are good decisions, because in any case of unrequited love, the lover is always going to lose. “Loving is a losing game”, Amy Winehouse, but life without love is an empty life – just don’t expect to find it in the client-escort world – it is a ‘Unicorn’ (borrowed from the piece on ‘Chasing Unicorns’).

As I re-visit this article, events are transpiring that are further highlighting how deep these feelings go. A particular connection is coming to a close. I have held myself ‘on the escalator’ by sheer force of will and tried to “say little and accept what I received”, as a way of remaining connected, enjoying the relationship and preventing it collapsing under the pressure of the ‘gap’ between my feelings, and the limited amount of affection that can be returned by an escort. Now that it is ending, I don’t need to contain how strong these feeling are, the problem is that the result of ‘letting the constraints go’ is heartbreak. I am still too connected to what my escort-life persona wants, and I am going to find this relationship very painful to let go. The one constant note of joy, with me all the time, is that I was very, very lucky (profoundly blessed) to ever have this relationship in the first place.  

So many aspects of this topic have been left uncovered. It seems like I will also be able to write something on ‘Client Heartbreak’ at some point in the near future. Please add your comments, share, re-post and let me know what you think. Thank you Bella Skye and Will for your comments on the first version of this article. Thank you all for your readership and to those who just keep supporting this blog – I love you so much for your continued support.

Xx SP 28 April 2017 (updated 31 May 2017 and again on 6 May 2018). 

Hurt feelings

When I started, I never expected to hurt anyone’s feelings.

New world, strange expectations!

When I look back to the beginning of my own journey, for some reason I felt that the whole reason for seeing an escort was to avoid entanglement. Oh, and of course to see someone that you could never get to meet in real life. It was a very simplistic view of the escort world.

I didn’t expect that I would get hurt feelings. I certainly never expected that I would hurt anyone else’s feelings. In those early days, I foolishly believed that I wouldn’t have strong feelings for the escorts that I met, and it didn’t even enter my head, that a few escorts may have feelings for me too!

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A double life – you’re not a ‘muggle’ anymore.

So the first feelings hurt were my own. I have a slightly addictive personality as well as a typical male’s needy one. I also fall in love relatively easily.  That is a dangerous cocktail of emotional need, connection and human addiction. So when I first started re-booking and then seeing certain escorts regularly, their commentary about great bookings and their great clients hurt my ego a little – I wondered if my time with them would ever be remembered like that? I found out, that I had pretty strong feelings for some of these wonderful women.

Initially, I didn’t think that I wanted to be ‘special’ in their lives, but I found that was becoming increasingly important to me with some of the regular escorts I was seeing – and if I’m being honest, knowing that in a number of these cases, I wasn’t at all special to them, hurt! It hurt like a ‘mother-fucker’.

So to some degree, I got over this. I spent a long-time ‘smacking myself in the face’ with logic. To some degree this worked, I understood that just getting a little friendly message between bookings, or a slight overstay, or just general authentic and honest interest in my life and well-being (as well as being allowed to re-book of course), were all signals that I was at least an appreciated client, if not a favoured one. I took strength from those small but sweet gifts of attention and interest. What I still didn’t realise, in slightly hardening myself against the personal hurt, was that some of these escorts also had some feelings for me. Beyond the basic business of ‘playing the companion’, some of the escorts I met, actually liked me just a little.

Hurting an escort’s feelings.

Everyone is different and so is every escort. This is obvious but important, as everyone’s tolerance for pretty much anything is different. The idiot that I am, I thought that a professional escort would not be hurt by knowing that I was seeing other escorts, after all, they were seeing so many other men (and women). That idea, along with a number of others I held as a ‘newly-minted’ client, was wrong in a number of instances.

Many escorts like to ‘turn a blind eye’ to what their clients do when not with them, just as I liked to do the same in reverse. For some escorts, perhaps it comes down to professional competitiveness and business risk (loosing a client), for others however, it is a genuine human interconnection, and being aware of the truth (especially in detail) can hurt. It really doesn’t matter whether you are a client or an escort – feelings are feelings and they are not at all logical.

Maybe it is not always a deep hurt, but some pain and discomfort at least. I was unaware of this, as I was telling myself the ‘logical story’ that of course ‘why would any escort actually care for me’. In that ignorance, I was oblivious to the fact that the details of my other bookings, and certain escort-related actions, were hurting the feelings of some of the escorts to whom I had become the most connected with. I never meant to hurt anyone’s feelings, and I was mortified when I found out that I had.

The extreme cases.

Not only do I have strong feelings for a number of escorts that I have met, I may have actually fallen in love with more than one of them, a story that I added a specific blog article about called ‘Loving an Escort’ that goes into greater detail. I know that this level of feeling isn’t reciprocated, it isn’t even reasonable, and in many ways it could even be seen as creepy and very poor client behaviour – but I am just a human being with feelings that most of the time do what they will, whether I want them to or not.

All it really means in practice is that the ‘hurts’ are far stronger. It is very hard for any of us to feel forgotten, or hold a level of interest in someone that isn’t reciprocated. Often clients feel this, as a significant part of the whole industry is for clients to ‘experience’ what it is like to be with a Girlfriend (GFE bookings). If that ‘Girlfriend’ illusion is strong and residual (and let’s face it the best Escorts make your truly want to be their Boyfriend), it is difficult for clients watching as their ‘temporary Girlfriend’ goes about being a professional companion, marketing and promoting their business, their clients and their experiences. It can be even harder watching some escorts denounce clients in general as awful, tragic and broken people. It is even harder, when for whatever reason, they denounce you.

For me, the personal benefits of continuing to enjoy these relationships is more than worth the hurt. Some of the feelings need to be buried deep and not openly expressed – freaking someone out with adoration is only going to end the connection in most cases. The ‘heart wants what the heart wants’ but that doesn’t mean that you need to freak people out with it. Staying cool is a valuable skill but a hard lesson to learn. It is one that I am still on a journey to learning and a year after initially writing the article, I still can’t say I have mastered this.

A double life or a multiple life – what is the answer?

So coming back to the beginning, I went into being a client of escorts and started a ‘double-life’. I never thought that in the ‘client-world’, things would need to be further compartmentalized and that ‘secrets within secrets’ might become a requirement. I sometimes think that the only answer to avoiding ‘causing pain’ is to move into a ‘multiple-life’ of even greater division and secrecy – I am however not ready for that, it seems a step too far.

The alternative is to understand and even embrace that some level of pain goes along with joy, ecstasy and love. Maybe I need to feel pain to know that I’m alive, just as much as I need to experience the classically positive emotions. In fact we can’t really feel joy, love, happiness and ecstasy without it contrasting against other darker moments in our lives – light and shade.

Maybe some escorts need to realise this too. If they are feeling client induced pain from a strong connection, maybe that is a good thing. They are alive, the work has emotional meaning, and they probably have a client who is going to be around for a long time! Assuming that both can stay-in-the-moment and not expect or demand more from the connection than the other is willing or able to give. Of course I added a blog post on that thought too, called ‘Staying in the Moment’.

Being a regular client of amazing escorts isn’t the simple magical world that I thought it was, but I’m never going back to a ‘muggle’ life. Perhaps with the added layers and complexity it is an even better world.

Thank you for you readership. Please feel free to share, comment, disagree, I’m am always happy for your thoughts and input. Of course this is the view of one simple client, and I am not speaking for others. Thanks also for the comments on the original version of the article from Jack and Bella.

Xx SP 11 March 2017 (article updated 8 May 2017 and again 6 May 2018)

Post-Booking Melancholy

Coming down from the high of seeing an escort.

Seeing an escort was wonderful – so why am I so sad?

What goes up, must come down. A useless saying, but in a sense it can be the simple truth of the emotional roller-coaster that we all ride.

I have chosen the word ‘melancholy’ to describe the mood that can follow an escort booking. Meaning a period of reflective sadness with no obvious cause, it is a feeling that I experience all too often. It is also one that both clients and escorts speak about, as we move between the awesome highs, and low lows of this amazing escort-client world. The phenomenon of ‘post-booking melancholy’.

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When the clouds roll in.

My bookings with escorts are one of the great joys in my life. Making a booking, the sense of anticipation in the lead-up to the meeting, that moment of meeting someone for the first-time are all adrenaline raising experiences. Other strong emotions appear when we reconnect with an adored regular, and of course the bookings themselves are all experiences that those of us who know them, feel sorry for the rest of the world that doesn’t. A client-escort booking is an amazing high, that builds, has a crescendo, and then a relatively hard landing as the real-world comes flooding back in to our ‘muggle’ lives.

Why do the French call an orgasm – ‘Le Petite Mort’?

The ‘Little Death’ can refer to the spiritual release that comes with orgasm and a feeling of melancholy or transcendence somewhat likened to death, or the death of a little part of us inside and the expenditure of life force. The whole ebb and flow of an escort booking can be considered in a similar way, with the peak at the booking and a ‘little death’ afterwards. As mentioned in previous articles, a post-booking contact of reinforcement can be similar to a hug or kiss or sign of affection after orgasm – one way of reducing the ‘little death’, but with or without that, a little part of you dies and the clouds roll in after the sun is gone.

Why purchases make us feel ecstatic and depressed simultaneously?

The wonderful Wikipedia will tell you that ‘Buyer’s Remorse’ or ‘post-purchase depression’ after major purchases comes “from a fear of making the wrong choice, guilt over extravagance, or a suspicion of having been overly influenced by the seller”. I guess these can certainly apply to the escort-client transaction, however in the case of this unique purchase, I would restate these three factors in the following ways …

The ‘gap’ until the next ‘high’.

The wrong choice is not a factor in melancholy for me. The whole ‘choice’ element has a different flavour, when the booking goes well, it is about ‘how long until I can meet this escort again’ and relive this wonderful experience. Since the reality is, like the day after Christmas, the moment straight after the booking is also the longest distance from the next booking – the next high. One way to reduce this cause of sadness is to ‘lock-in’ the next booking, as then the length of time is set and you have something to ‘look forward to’, and the escort also knows that you appreciated the last booking.

Spending money and financial constraints.

The guilt over extravagance is also not a factor as such. I am always conscious that I am a very fortunate person (although from humble beginnings) and being able to do what I do, being able to afford independent escorts on a relatively frequent basis already makes me both fortunate and extravagant. This guilt isn’t ‘post-booking’ it is ongoing and material for a future article, but for me it is not a part of the post-booking ‘down’ mood. I would imagine, that if I was not able to afford to see a wonderful escort for an extended period of time, or the booking resulted in some financial hardship, then this may well be a factor contributing to melancholy. Maybe in a way I feel guilty that this isn’t a regret factor for me.

The pain of choice and the rejection of alternate pathways.

Finally a ‘suspicion of being over influenced by the seller’ is an intriguing factor that I want to cover around both ‘seller influence’ and ‘suspicion’. Firstly ‘seller influence’ as it would translate to the choice on ‘who to book’. The choice is mine and if I allow that to be influenced, then the fault is mine if I am unhappy or fooled by the influence. So I understand this could be a factor, but for me it is about something else, it is about loyalty, opportunity, rejection and self-doubt.

After a great booking, I wonder about when I will see that wonderful escort next, however I also wonder about how long it will be until I see some other escorts that I feel strong connections with as well. This whole complicated ‘when and who’ conundrum is fraught with angst and emotion. Every choice made seems to close the door on all of the other scenarios and I feel some subtle distress, I guess we can call it melancholy, at this pain of ‘selection’.

Put another way, there are a few escorts I would see as much as I could and some others I really want to see again at some stage. Every booking is a choice that includes one of those pathways being fulfilled and all of the others being rejected. I know ‘rejected’ is a harsh word, but it explains the weird guilt and deprivation that I feel. Guilt in choosing one escort over another and deprivation in not being able to fulfill all of my selfish personal desires. The moment after the enjoyment of one booking is when both the guilt and deprivation are at their strongest. In a way, the pain of choice is also brought back into the picture as the certainty of a ‘single booking’ moment in time concludes and choices once again have to be made.

My insecurities get their moment.

So finally suspicion. I hope that this is just a reflection of my personal insecurities and weaknesses, I fear however that it is a shared human condition. In the ‘time bubble’ of a booking, there is a purity of place, time and emotion, the perfect chance to get out of one’s own head and shut those demons up for a brief and wondrous moment in time.

In the time that passes afterwards, I doubt myself, I doubt the moment, my insecurities re-assert themselves and the darker voices tell me that it wasn’t as good as it felt, the moment was a lie, my part is done and I am rightfully forgotten. I suspect that I am not as special as I felt, that the escort despises me as another tragic, entitled, middle-aged buffoon. Worst of all, I wonder if I am ignorant of the lies I tell myself.

It is easy to listen to the negative.

The perverse irony of the universe is that the stronger the high from the booking, or the closeness I have with the escort, the stronger my subsequent insecurity is likely to be. This is as honest as I can be, a window to everyone that the ‘apparent strength of a successful middle aged man’ is all a facade, there is a little boy cowering behind the curtain hoping that someone, somewhere, actually likes him just a little and thinks about him without disgust.

If any reason existed for me to stop seeing escorts entirely it is because of this easy to trigger insecurity. I have stopped seeing some escorts under circumstances where I couldn’t suspend my disbelief anymore, because the evidence of disdain or dislike was too strong. These escort break-ups are their own special form of ‘Le Petite Mort’, killing me a little inside each time, because in my mind I am that same worthless person that they see. The longer you are at this activity, the more ‘breakdowns’ there will be, and if these trigger insecurity, then the load builds with each addition to the negative internal voices.

Wow, that was full-on!

So, not wanting to end this article in the depths of ‘post-booking melancholy’, what can we do about it if it exists for more people than just me. Firstly book ahead, the process of making a booking can re-start the pathway toward another ‘sunny day’ and build a sense of positive anticipation.

Tell the escorts that you care about how special they are, this may not rid all the guilt of loyalty and selection, but hopefully it is good for the sender and a pleasant thing for the receiver. Try to hear the messages of love, worth, support and value and dismiss the negative ones, whether they are from others or the more insidious ones we tell ourselves. Send communications, I know that I’ve said it before to what has been mixed reception, but as long as discretion, privacy, security, marketing and business conditions are met, send post-booking communications to reduce ‘the little death’.

The escort perspective?

I have also been told that many escorts feel this same post-booking sensation at times, and with certain clients. If you have been reading my articles, you know I am reluctant to (read as: will never) say anything on behalf of escorts, but I think the important point here is that it’s better to treat escorts as though they feel the same emotional roller-coaster than it is to treat them as having resolved these feelings and as a result don’t feel any emotion toward their client. I would rather try and do no harm and ‘believe’ what I felt, than protect my heart from ‘dying a little’ when I discover those distressing instances where I really was just an another anonymous punter with a payment.

I was just not built to be cynical or harsh and would rather be hurt than cause hurt, for me that is a far better way to walk through life. I am interested in client and escort perspectives, but remember this one is just my own, one boy behind a curtain.

Thank you for your readership. I look forward to any comments and feedback and appreciate any sharing of these articles.

Xx 🌺 SP 23 March 2017 (article updated 14 May 2017 and again 15 April 2018).

Adventure

The thrill of the journey – focusing on having fun!

This should all be fun!

Why would a client book an escort if it wasn’t for enjoyment? This is a question worth asking yourself over and over again. There are lots of other factors that can creep into a client’s head – past history, guilt, expectation, wanting to impress the companion, and a host of other reasons that are probably ‘bad thinking’.

If you read my blog before these articles were republished, then you know I like to explore issues with personal meaning. That can appear as dark, brooding and over-thinking. Time for a break! For this article, it is about the sheer fun and adventure of seeing an escort. Plus now that I’m back revisiting these articles, I am in a much more positive space.

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Why did I see my first escort?

I had a life trigger that made me ask, was I having fun? The answer, no matter how I tried to convince myself otherwise was ‘No’. I was in the all too common situation of doing what I had to do at work and at home, and not really doing anything selfish, anything that was truly for me and for me alone. I guess that classic description is a ‘mid-life crisis’, it doesn’t matter what you call it or when it happens – I decided I was going to be selfish and do some things just for me!

My decision included more travel, more events, spending money on things I wanted and buying some ‘entanglement free’ sex and companionship. I say ‘entanglement free’ in inverted commas, because it is two human beings and there is no such thing as ‘entanglement free’ as a lot of the articles in my blog explore in detail. If those conversations interest you, try ‘Becoming a Client’, ‘Sex and Guilt’, and ‘Hurt Feelings’, those articles go into more detail on the inevitable ‘entanglements’.

The point here, is that we should keep going back to ‘what makes it fun’, the reason I became a client and also the reason why so many of my early bookings were fun. I was naive, no entanglements had developed, it was new, fresh, exciting and fun. If you have been doing this for a while like I have, then there may come times along the journey to re-focus on the pure enjoyment of spending some quality time and having fun with an amazing escort.

Best times and best moments!

I have had the best moments in my life with escorts, and by that I mean the most fun. There is a subtle but important difference between ‘times’ and ‘moments’. My best times are extended life experiences of achievement, family, children and other elements in the overall journey of life. My best moments however are short, memorable, joyous ‘bubbles’ that are usually unexpected and surprising.

Seeing an escort, at its best, can create these ‘memory bubbles’, moments of near perfection that sit alone – within, but aside, from the regular year-after-year flow of one’s life. Most of the ‘moments’ that return to my mind in quiet reflection are with escorts – they are the closest thing I have to pure selfish fun! They have even made it into my dreams on many occasions, sort of an ‘on-demand’ replay bonus by an unreliable video player – that doesn’t always play the memory that you want.

I have been fortunate to be able to recount some of these moments of pure perfection here, in the stories ‘Harbour Lights’, ‘Degustation Dream’, and ‘Holiday Hideaway’. There have been others too, some I am yet to write, others that the escort involved would prefer were unspoken, and no doubt, some more to come.

What is an ‘escort adventure’ for me?

One of the reasons that I prefer dinner-dates (or longer format bookings), is to shoot for the stars on a combination of great food, drinks, company, conversation, connection and sex. That is six factors, if you want to think about it like that, that all need to go right – seven if you are crazy enough to add an experience (show, concert, trip or event) into the mix. Get a few of them right, at the same time, and it makes for a great date, and most escort meetings are ‘great dates’. Get most of them together and it makes for an unforgettable memory. Get them all perfect and it is like the ‘holy grail’, one of those perfect moments you just want to capture, bottle and stare at for the rest of eternity. Those ‘Unicorn’ moments of course I remember the best.

The fact that this mix has been perfect for me – all six from six – on eight occasions, yes I know exactly how many, because they are moments that I will never forget, is probably the answer to why I am a client of escorts for the long haul. (update note: the number is now even higher, but from this update, I am not giving a ‘number’ any longer). Those sort of experiences are addictive – the things that quests and crusades are created from. I am greedy for more moments of pure bliss and the many other ‘close calls’ (often only a slight miss due to other external factors – out of the control of the escort or myself) that are still amazing dates and needless to say, the best money, and moments in time, that I have ever spent. There is of course the risk that you start expecting ‘near perfection’, something to be very careful of, as it can ruin wonderful connections.

Some moments of perfection!

A second ‘date’ of perfection with a perfect degustation, beautiful wines, stimulating conversation and unbridled sex that neither of us were willing to let end. A night at the ballet, a room upgrade, fine food and one of the smartest, sweetest and radiant women I have ever met. My muse, free-spirit and inspiration, dining with the harbour lights with perfect food and cocktails and an easiness of connection that is always totally disarming. A public holiday, spent alone in the company of a most amazing woman, while the clock almost stopped. Four dates of perfection that I will never forget. I would add some of the other stories with these and other equally amazing escorts, but I think the idea is sufficiently expressed for this article. I need to save some stories for another day, and these four stories are already links, mentioned elsewhere in this blog.

Out-of-booking entanglements.

I am enriched in my life from the connection, friendships, contact, support, advice and other positive ‘entanglements’ that wonderful escorts have offered, and that I have gratefully accepted and hopefully reciprocated. I have also had negative ‘entanglements’ of jealousy, guilt, malicious attack, money grabbing and emotional blackmail, this is all completely human. In my darker moments I have not been completely innocent on this front either, as doubts and emotions play their wicked game. It is however a trap – a trap that can take us away, both client and escort, from the part of this industry, these engagements, these dates or bookings, that should be primarily about pure fun and enjoyment.

Just after I first published this article, I had another new adventure that did not involve escort bookings. I took my first short break from bookings since I started on this journey, and set off to experience a different kind of fun. It is always good to have a break, reassess and examine where you are. I even wondered whether after a hiatus I would return at all? Well as you can see from the articles since, my ‘Hiatus Perspective’, reinforced the joy I had in seeing escorts and re-booking some amazing women that I adore. It was also a great re-focus on the core idea of fun, enjoyment and experience.

I am back to the adventure of seeing escort companions. I am continuing to try to shed or manage the few negative entanglements that still remain, embracing the positive ones for as long as they are offered, and I will make some more of those ‘holy-grail’ moments of perfection happen again.

Here is to each and every one of you enjoying the adventure and having fun!

Thank you so much for your readership. Please share, comment, give me feedback and tell me about your own motivations and adventures. In the ‘re-publishing’ of this blog, I decided to re-do this piece as my second article, as it is a great scene setter for the positivity of the client-escort experience.

Plus in seeing Lana Del Rey perform in concert tonight, I wanted to celebrate the person who started this whole journey for me, the person who introduced me to LDR and the person who always reminded me … it is meant to be a fun adventure! “I don’t even think of you that often …”.

Xx SP 24 March 2017 (article updated 15 May 2017 and again on 31 March 2018).

End Of The Line

What is meant to come from being a regular client of escorts?

If you don’t hate me already. If you haven’t blocked me already. We’ll this is that blog article, the one that you’ll hate me for – the ‘end of the line’.

I am in a ‘dark-place’, I’m about to be alone – a lonely, love-less, adrift middle-aged guy. A client of escorts, a laughing-stock of many, a soft-touch. Easy to manipulate. That is all true and yet I persist, I exist on Twitter and for some unknown reason, even to me, I put these words down on this blog. So what has changed?

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Suspension of disbelief.

Last night I went to an establishment – a brothel. For only the second time in recent history. They laughed at me for removing my wedding ring – symbolic of my failed long-term relationship. I was no one, just another of the guys moving through on any given night looking for something – intimacy, excitement, a respite from their personal loneliness or self-imposed prison. Despite that it was wonderful.

Two-hours with a beautiful person inside and out. Three-hundred dollars to the establishment, five-hundred to my companion for two-hours. No hotel bill, no dinner bill, no cancellations, no fifth-degree in booking approval and everything at our disposal and ready to go. For eight-hundred-dollars, it was at least on par with what I normally spend almost double that on courting an independent escort for a lunch or dinner date. Actually, with the costs attached, more like one-third. It was a wonderful night.

What is missing?

Of course she won’t remember me, I will eventually forget her, and it will boil down to two lovely hours. A spa, a massage, a conversation, plenty of sex and something far better than self-service, but far short of true intimacy and a rewarding longer-term relationship.

So seeing an independent escort for a ‘Girlfriend Experience’ bridges that gap? Well that is what I thought, that is where I’ve been for two-years. Over forty bookings with two companions who have retired and are no longer in contact. Over fifty bookings with four companions that I consider ‘regulars’ and I hope that they see me in the same light, or more, as we build from connection to connection, moment to moment, booking to booking. Well that was what I thought, but is it true?

At the moment I don’t hear from either of the companions who have retired – nor would I expect to – they have new lives and the world is as it should be. That is truly the end of the road. At the moment, I don’t hear from the other companions, with over fifty bookings and around $100,000 spent between them. They have what they want from me, a loyal and ‘in-love’ client, someone who is a soft touch. Of course I will re-book, I am captured. Of course, I understand, they are busy, they can’t devote the time that I do to being in contact. Why should they, customers chasing providers, isn’t that the norm? Of course for me, I make the time because I am enamored, captured in the fantasy of the booking. They don’t make the time, because they don’t need to make the time anymore.

Let Percie chase me, he loves me, he needs me, he will do the contacting, the arranging, and if I’m late, need to reschedule, don’t feel like providing service or forget when the booking is, what hotel we’re at, or need to change to fulfill a longer booking – he’ll be fine with that. They are right, I am fine with that, I just want to see them again. But every-time I look at the sad little me that accepts this, I die just a little bit more inside and lose just a little more self-respect.

Stepping into the gap!

So while these beloved companions become ghosts, others emerge. Independents who build friendships on Twitter and then get aggressive when it doesn’t almost immediately translate into a booking. The nice people, who really do try and connect, but are burning themselves out on Twitter and either learning the hustle or becoming victim to the unscrupulous clients. Oh, no, we can’t talk about the hustle.

Well I am adrift. My long-term relationship is ending. I have nightmares of being in a furniture-less, window-less apartment. A lonely figure, by myself, a laughing stock – as the last few years of being reasonably presentable as a man disappear and I descend into decay. Maybe I should just accept it already – even my own daughter says I can move into the retirement home with my octogenarian father in 5-years … they accept people at 55 who have given up. Am I giving up?

I have a little time for fun and adventure. New experiences, travel and maybe some love. I don’t believe in monogamy anymore, but I also believe that I have ‘missed the race’. I can watch sexually adventurous people explore a taboo free existence – but I am not welcome at the party. It is a cruel place, to see what can happen – sexual freedom, excitement and liberation, and then only be watching from afar and not participating.

Recently, when offered three choices, strippers, a party or going back to my hotel – I heard an adored companion say “on no – definitely not Percie”. I’ve been blocked and disavowed by the best friend of my longest-standing companion. None of my four closest companions respond to my messages anymore – they are happy to loose them in the flood of other messages they get on any given day. Another companion, who has taken photos at three of our meetings, someone I have hosted at Vue De Monde, taken to a show, and had planned to see many more times, sent me one photo of our last booking, and that was after some two months had past and I had grown tired of asking.

Is the Independent Escort World having issues with client satisfaction? Is it just me, a relic, a soft-touch, easy to manipulate and ignore. Or is it something else. Why shouldn’t I get over my infatuation with some companions I have met and visit the establishment where it is all laid out for my enjoyment. If no one cares anyway, maybe that is for the best – it’s a third of the cost after all.

Conclusion

I am ending a relationship. I have an unwell daughter. I have a dying best friend. I am in a mid-life crisis. I have had a business demand money from me instead of providing it to me for the last 6-months. I have had everything about who I am in this world challenged. Any arrogance, ego and entitlement is gone. I am a hollow, ruined, wreck of a man – rebuilding and about to be alone. This space, rich with adventure and experience and one that I highly recommend to anyone for fun, education, and just getting out of that shitty vanilla rest of the world is brilliant. But it is not helping me right now.

My own psychologist has told me that I am already in mourning for my relationship, my youth, my dying friend and the heady days when business was easy. I am also mourning two retired companions and the loss of contact with the four who are still the most important to me. Don’t read too much into this – it is clearly the musings, distress and catharsis of a ‘mourning man’. I am sure all will be well one day – with the appropriate changes and painful transitions.

As with all of my blogs, I don’t have any answers. For fucks sake, I don’t even know the questions. I just see a lot of lonely people and I am one of them. I don’t know if I an unlovable, a joke, or if rules, busy lives or other things are getting in the way. But even in the place I though I was finding change and support – I find myself needing to make more change. I can’t be in love with people who are ghosts and I wonder if I have attached myself to the wrong companions.

I can’t wait for people to make a minute of their time for me three weeks too late. To be honest, in the two-years since I became a client, I don’t like where this industry is headed. I wonder if I’m the one out of sync, or if there is some underlying problem that is getting worse with each passing year. Maybe it is just me and maybe all the people who hate me, block me, and wish I was gone are right!

So there it is. Warts and all. Just the article to make Australia’s only blogging client the most hated of all. Well right now, that would be a challenge to dislike me more than I dislike myself – but of course, do your best!

Xx SP 30 January 2018