London\’s Calling

I got a nice offer today. It was a result of an ad I had placed on another site. Long story short, a person got in touch with me and asked for some information, saying he had someone coming in from Spain the first week of December. It was a very polite inquiry that asked the usual things. I sent the requested information.

Well, things REALLY got suspicious when the “broker” wrote back, saying the client wanted to send a deposit and they needed my full name, address and mobile number.

YEAH, RIGHT! *snort*

Come on, people, I was born at night, but not LAST night. First of all, I NEVER give such personal information to anyone, and second, my mobile number only goes out to clients once an appointment is CONFIRMED. And I don’t take deposits; I am paid the day of appointment, IN CASH, prior to services being rendered.

I don’t know what kind of scam this guy was trying to pull, but it wasn’t going to work with me.

I have this friend who is the sweetest thing one can ever love. “Pat” (not his actual name) is good looking, funny, nice build, smart, has a good job, is fairly well to do; the whole enchilada. Anyway, you’d think he’d be able to find and hang on to a decent girl, right?

Sure….if he’d only try to find one. AND FREAKING LISTEN TO ME!!!!!

Meanwhile, he had been going back and forth with one certain woman (a term I am using politely) since last September. She initially began a relationship with him then and they dated until late April ‘07, until she proved to be disloyal and cheated, in addition to verbally abusing him and being a self-absorbed piece of crap. Then he kicked her to the curb.

Good, I was thinking, he finally woke up, especially when he told me about a girl he’d started chatting with that was a bit older and was very nice to him. She wasn’t exactly a model type, he said, but was “really cute” and made him laugh.

So I saw him recently after we hadn’t talked for awhile, and I’d casually asked how “Gina” (not her real name) was. “Oh, we haven’t talked for awhile,” he said.

WHAT?!!!!

“I’ve gone back with “Amy (also not her real name). ”

“ARE YOU FREAKING NUTS?!” I asked him. “She’s just going to run around on you again and treat you like crap!”

And I’m not the only one that thinks this; even his other friends are making big jokes out of the whole thing. His best friend has even gone as far as to clown around about having a pool on how long it would be before Amy started sleeping around with another guy (or three) or the verbal abuse started again.

This whole thing makes me sad because I know Pat can do so much better than this. He’s the total package, and I can’t understand why he insists on beating himself up by going back and forth to something that is obvious to the rest of us as being totally self-destructive. I’m wondering if there is some insecurity issues there.

Nevertheless, I’m tempted to give him the number of a local therapist if he keeps this up.

With the holidays on the horizons, the idiots are coming out of hiding. When I checked my email this morning, this was just one of a few zingers I found:

Do you ride bareback? Do you have any of that little blue pill?

What the hell am I, a pharmacy now?

Well, I guess a zinger question deserves a zinger answer:

If you are talking about an equestrian event, I prefer a saddle (western or english). If you are talking about anything else, I am shocked that you would even approach the subject. Obviously, personal safety is not a concern for you! It is for me!

Enjoy your erotic adventures! (And I hope that your recklessness does not come back to haunt you in your pursuit of “fun.”)

Gentlemen, really. Think before you write. I know you can be horny little devils, but some of us do follow some specific protocol. The only thing I dispense is condoms and KY. Everything else that isn’t over the counter, I would suggest seeing a physician.