I’m the sort of person who gets very excited about new ideas and impulsively wants to do it all now. Living in London, working for a top escort agency and experiencing the fantastic things I do daily doesn’t help my must-have solitude.
For example, I have quite a rhythm. When Joe, a finance director, took me back to his marvellous bachelor pad, he showed me the pole gracing the middle of one of his seven sitting rooms. I had to show off my gyrating skills and my new Agent Provocateur undies to ‘Bump and Grind. When he suggested I take classes to show off what I had, I immediately enquired at a Central London dance crew with a pole dance school. Well, I went there and stayed approximately 30 minutes before I realised (I think they took about 30 seconds to see it). Yeah, I can kick a few moves on the pole and wrap legs around it raunchily while licking my lips and flicking my hair, but I cannot climb up and hang upside down, nor can I hold on by my ankle – so bang went that genius plan.
My next grand venture was to learn a language fluently. I had accompanied Marco to Milan many times and always picked up on specific phrases that he and I thought sounded sexy when I said them. So, instead of going to college for evening classes and taking the time out of my busy schedule, I would purchase one of those learn-on-the-CDs. That idea lasted about a week, and now the CD is gathering dust on one of my bookshelves.
If only there were a genius idea for me to share my shopping skills with another—oh yes, that’s just a girlie afternoon.
