What The Hell Happened To Men?
I’m glad to be an independent Japanese escort these days – What the hell happened to men?
I despair at men these days, I really do. Now, don’t get me wrong here at the beginning of this little rant (and we all know how I like to rant sometimes!), I don’t mean the guys I see in my capacity as an independent Japanese escort of course. I’m referring to the countless screw-ups that I encounter far too often. You all know that I love men, I just do. And sometimes I can’t help myself. If a guy comes checks me out or comes onto me in some way, and I find him attractive, I will indulge him a little. But lately it seems as though they all fall at the first fence.
This guy came up to me last night in a bar, and he really seemed to know what he was doing. He appeared confident, he looked me in the eye, and he said, “so, what are you drinking? Cause I’m buying”. I know it’s nothing new or original, but it was his delivery you know? It made me feel special (and that takes a lot!) and made me feel like he really was into me and perhaps wanted to learn a little more about me.
I was actually with friends at the time, so it’s highly unusual for me to accept an advance like this, but like I said, he was quite fit! He was one of the few guys in that bar who didn’t have a beard! I don’t mind beards at all of course, but the whole hipster thing has gotten a little out of control if you don’t mind me saying. Hell, I’m just a Japanese escort, what do I know?
Anyway, I accept the drink, he tells me his name. Then guess what he does? What would you do first actually? Tell me a little about yourself perhaps? Or ask me about myself? Talk about the bar? Hell, there are a number of things that could happen right? Too many questions I know! But this guy sits down on a bar stool next to me, takes out his phone and starts scanning it.
At first I thought he got a message and was replying to it (which would still be rude), but our drinks arrived and still he didn’t look up from his phone. Guess what I did? Took my drink, clinked glasses with his, and walked away. He never looked up! He never sodding looked up! Now, if that isn’t phone culture gone mad, I don’t know what is. I mean, have you actually seen ME! I am hot!
I have since “seen the light,” so to speak, and I’m not going to be susceptible to these advances for a while I’d imagine. I’m a modern independent Japanese escort. It’s a career choice I made long ago, and one I’ve never regretted. It’s empowering, it feels good, and it also pays very well indeed! Why would I ever want to have a boyfriend. Besides, I’ve got you!