First Impression

While talking to a great friend he suggested i should do a blog, having so many stories to tell old and some in the making. I work independently as a company girl, better known as escort. I keep you company for a fair fare. I have all kinds of customers from your regular John Doe to professionals, tourists, and other powerful persons i dare not mention. I've been paid to go to a sons prom, to bingo, socialite activities, to vacations... to beds. Beware my intentions are not to have erotic stories, this are real people and they've changed me one way or the other and that's what i'll write about.

Some say my profession is the oldest of the history of the world, we are even in the bible (but i'm not going there). What i'm trying to say is, we've been around and as much as anyone might hate it we will be to the end of times. I don't see that i'm selling ME, i'm an entertainer, an artist and they get paid for singing, acting , telling jokes, writing books, etc. Therefore, it's OK that i'm getting paid, this is my job.   

A little about me, i was born in La Isla del Encanto, Puerto Rico. Into a catholic family, taken to a catholic school for thirteen years and graduated top of my class. Not one boyfriend by the time I got to college. Lost my virginity on my 19th birthday with my best friend in a crabby motel. He was no expert, though it wasn't his first tine or so he said, i was clumsy, bled a lot and well it was amateur. He took me home and never did it again, didn't talk again until a couple of years later, still a dork. 

I lived in a two bedroom apartment with six girls, ate canned food and had to take a bus to go anywhere. I wasn't living the great life exactly.This is a beautiful Caribbean island and we have a lot of tourist action in our hotels, one day went out with the girls, feeling all sexy and empowered. While sitting at the lounge came a drunk, old, tourist and said to me: "how much for a good night?" I looked at him perplexed. Most girls would have gotten offended, probably call security or something and leave. Me? had no money for food, a taxi or bus, had to pay rent. I smiled and asked him what room was he at. Again i feel the need to remind you i'm retarded at this, very clumsy and when i though i was being sexy i looked awkward. But, this man is drunk up to his nose and barely can walk. He groped me a little and unzipped his pants and right before i was gonna take him in my lips he started crying. This is a 65 year old man, who was mad at his wife but couldn't cheat on her. He asked me how much i said "because we didn't do much i'll ask half.... $500" ... yes that's right not a penny less. Got dressed, thanked God for a great night. Next day paid my rent, did groceries and started thinking this could be a good thing. 

Since that night things have been different...