Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Love Is Easy, But Staying Faithful? Forget It.

“Monogamy is unrealistic. Repeat after me kids, monogamy is unrealistic.”
If you haven’t seen the movie Trainwreck yet, I won’t ruin it for you, but this line features in the first five minutes of the film. Words that not just struck a chord with me, but made absolute sense.
“Love is easy, love I can do. But fidelity is a little harder,” he said.
He’s right. Love is easy. We can fall in love over romantic meals, holidays, cozy weekends cooking, and making love on crisp white sheets. You can go from single to in a relationship in a click of a button and a joint Instagram account. Who knew photos of sunsets suddenly became fascinating when you’re in love?
Forward-wind the wedding, the baby, the home, and you’ve got a family. You love your partner and they love you. Absolutely no doubt about love. Love makes people a lot of money — from wedding planners to restaurants on Valentine’s Day to manufacturers of big cuddly teddy bears.
The love we’ve got down pat.

But being faithful? If we were a little more honest with ourselves, we would admit that this bit is pretty near impossible.
If you are married and can swear without a shadow of a doubt that you and your partner have been faithful since the beginning of time and will be till the day you both die, then good on you. I salute you and what’s your secret?
But every day we read some salacious story in some magazine about some celebrity doing the dirty on his model wife; some footballer being caught with his pants down; some politician visiting brothels. Is this really news? They’ve just been caught doing what a lot of people do — look elsewhere sometimes for a bit of extra-marital intimacy.
Here are a few things I have heard from some very lovely men over the years.
“I love my wife but we no longer have sex because she lost the urge after the menopause” or “I love my wife but we have slept in separate bedrooms for the past six years” or this one that made me really feel for the guy “I love my wife but the last time she hugged me was eight years ago when the dog died”.
These men never stop loving their wives and they will stay till death do them part — but why should they or anyone be denied the right for intimacy?
People hate it when I say this, but I truly believe if physical and emotional needs aren’t being met in a relationship, it doesn’t matter how much you love that person, you will look elsewhere.
There is a reason why there are so many brothels, massage parlours, escort agencies, and private sex workers around the world who make money, a lot of money. Supply and demand. Love is a multi-million dollar business, but so is infidelity. And don’t think it’s just men who cheat. Women do it just as much. We are just more subtle.
I had a very interesting conversation on a flight back from Singapore recently with a 50-something-year-old female government official. Women being women, we got to the gritty subject of sex just as the drinks trolley was being wheeled around.
“I love my husband but he suffers terrible depression,” she confided. “So when he goes through his long bouts, I call up my friend John for fun. No one knows and it keeps me sane.”
As long as people keep getting married, the sex industry will continue to tick along nicely.
As for me and my relationships? It’s a simple click of a button: “It’s complicated.”

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Want A Woman Who Won’t Kiss And Tell? Then Pay Her

You want complete silence, you want to keep your private life private, we all do.. One of my favorite clients had his marriage destroyed after his affair of 8 years with his PA came to the attention of this wife. The PA was tired of him not committing to ger in a serious way and told the wife and not only that showed evidence. Not sure why she would that and I don't condemn that behavior but I know a type of lady that won't and that is a high-class escort. The thought would not even cross her mind. I often see gentlemen from extremely high profile jobs. “Gosh is that so-and-so?” I’d quite often think as I walk into some marble penthouse suite.
Now I have a few really high profiles clients and they don't want as much as I do their names on newsstands. 
Course not. I just don’t sell sex and intimacy. I sell discretion. I sell privacy. Kissing and telling are not good for business and it is certainly not what a lady does; not while escorting. I’ve met ‘ladies of the night’ with more integrity and values than people I know who have ‘normal’ jobs. Yes, you pay escorts to leave, but you are also paying for peace of mind.

I also don’t think men (or women) deserve to be demonized for occasionally getting their needs met from a third party. In an ideal world, we would all sit our partners down and tell them we have strayed, and that it didn’t mean anything. Honesty is always the best policy. But we don’t live in an ideal world. And if someone is going to stray, you’d rather they made it a business transaction than not.
One woman who would agree with me is my friend Tracey, a 40 something mum of two. She’s just caught her husband having an affair with a woman he met at a work conference. Not just that – she told me that she is now waiting for his decision whether to stay or go and start a new life with his new flame.
“I wish he’d been seeing an escort” she said glumly. “Then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” With an escort, there is no texting in the middle of the night, no dreamy ‘I wish I was with so-and-so..’ and certainly no ‘if you don’t leave your wife for me now I will call her up and tell her EVERYTHING.’ No dramatic phone calls on Xmas Day, no sitting in a car outside your house, and absolutely no naked photos in the press.
Escorts don’t want to run off with your husband. They don’t even remember his name. It really is, just a job. Most of us have careers, schools, boyfriends, girlfriends; a life. We don’t want to ruin someone else’s.


Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Looks Do Not Matter To Me

The response I get the most when I tell people I am a high-class escort is actually not so much of a question… more of action.. A wrinkled up nose. Eurgh! What about the fat ugly men? How on earth could you get naked with them?
It often makes me smile because that’s exactly what I used to think before I dipped my toe in the industry of course.
When you’ve seen as many naked bodies as I have, when you have been intimate with as many men (I’m not just talking sex here, but conversation), your perception changes and so does your judgment. I used to be so snobby and pouty about the men in my life having the right arms, a nice mouth, and thick hair.

They had to be wearing nice clothes and cool shoes (nothing too pointy). And sure, while those things are important, they’re not a deal-breaker. What I have learn’t as a high-class escort is that no matter how unattractive someone’s body is, it is what lies inside that matters. The body is a mere shell and quite often the most beautiful people are hidden in a deformed, or just plain and ugly bodies.
I know I am not exactly giving you groundbreaking news here, but sometimes we all need reminding, especially in our society of perfectly plastic and manufactured bodies.
My favorite clients have quite often been what one would call unattractive and some of my rudest and arrogant clients are quite often the tall, tanned, and handsome ones. And believe me, one can always, ALWAYS find something nice about someone, be it their hands, their feet or their eyelashes.
So dear readers, that is why I can happily spend an hour or two naked with ‘fat ugly men’ and enjoy myself.
But pointy shoes are still a no-no. Sorry.

Friday, March 6, 2020


Chapter 1

Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that, they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."
I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil, I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown−ups and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should anyone be frightened by a hat?"

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown−ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor so that the grown−ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

The grown−ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown−ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

So then I chose another profession and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world, and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance, I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.

In the course of this life, I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown−ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear−sighted, I tried an experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:

"That is a hat." Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about a bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown−up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

Monday, February 10, 2020

Literately incredible India

Mumbai is an amazing paradox of hope and chaos, magic and madness. Where the changing modernity of India has been experienced most intensely. From Gandhi’s arrival from England in 1915 to the protests against the Simon Commission in 1928, Bombay, now Mumbai, has been home to many key events of the freedom struggle. And the struggle continues today, the hunger for change that one can almost feel, as a tourist is hard not to be fascinated by it.

Can we start with the ridiculous cliches that portray this country and this city is such a negative light when in fact most if not all of them aren't true,  from only buy street food prepared by women as it's more hygienic, the only place worth visiting is the Taj Mahal, Indians are friendly but don't expect to be part of the family, a real pashmina will fit through a ring. Yes, boys ask for discounts. Yes, it is not the easiest place to be Veronica but I still love the madness here.   

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Ignorance isn't always bliss

Before I was introduced to these fantastic headphones, I like most people was content to listen to my music via the tiny ear buds, or the usual headphones, with all the wonderful sound distortions that came with them. The flat canned echo-ey, the blurred together jumbled, and the over all distorted notes of your typical cheap and expensive head phones.
Now when you don’t know better, you are contented and in some cases, happy with what in reality are relatively inferior headphones. We spend so much of our time with some sort of ear piece in our ears, whether we are commuting,  training, or texting. They are such a part of modern life now, why not have the best you can afford?

I too was like the rest of the population, listening to music with less than ideal headphones. Until, I was accidentally introduced to Beats by Dr.Dre, my first reaction was, “what is all that extra stuff in the background?” Then I realized it was the subtle back ground sounds I wasn’t hearing with other headphones, parts of the music that are flattened out due to the tendency of other headphones mushing the sounds into a few channels. So, in essence you are hearing the music ‘incorrectly’. Or generally, as opposed to the more specific nuances of a piece. Now I am not a sound expert, but this is just the impression I get when comparing my  Beats, with my former apple headphones.
So, after a certain closely related relative nicked my other set of Beats, I was left floundering in the abyss of smushed sounds and tinny playback, until I decided to treat myself to a new pair of the darlings.
Oh if my first pair was yummy. They sit delightfully over the ear, and are even more brilliant in sound delivery. The only draw back to these is the price tag. But, sometimes in life you just have to do it. And these are worth it.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

I blame Social Media

Twitter, this is your fault! Look at the mess we have now! What mess an I referring to? I know there are so many to chose from. But this particular one, involves the CIA! Yes, that mess. Why? You ask? Am I the only one who thinks it odd that the CIA has suddenly become accessible? They are actually cracking jokes in public and on a social platform! Orwell, would have an aneurysm.

I don’t know about you, but I personally like my nation’s clandestine organizations to remain well, you know, clandestine? lurking in the background, up to no good and other skulduggery. Snippets of vague mentions in newspapers, or hushed conversations, conspiracy theories. It is the social order of things, it is the status quo. But, but, but this OPENNESS, from a secret international organisation! Obviously this must be some not so secret information gathering exercise. If Mossad and MI6 start tweeting, I am deleting my twitter account and moving into the forest! With a generator for my espresso machine. Let’s not get completely ridiculous about this now.