~~ He's Not 3G, But I Love Him ~~

The number of contacts on my mobile has recently topped 500...thought it was getting a bit heavy!

I actually have no idea whether this is a lot or not, in relative terms. For one thing I imagine that  if I was willing to wear plastic to work that figure could at least double.

Of course, not all the numbers belong to people I've met. Browsing through my phonebook I have no clue who some of them are or what they wanted when they rang in the first place (examples include the contacts listed as '?', 'Afternoon', 'Dunfermline', and 'Hmm'). 

There's also a 'Boy' (I thought he sounded a bit young), a 'SingingCunt' (regularly leaves untuneful voicemails at 4am), and most perplexingly someone whom I've named 'Enpp' (a code even I can't crack).

There are several hotels, a few phone boxes, and even one 'Polis' (I rang them a few weeks back to report someone having an apparently psychotic/suicidal episode in view of my flat).

There's one 'Sinatra' (I do know his real name but he's a total doppelganger), and to differentiate the fifteen Ians, twenty-seven Davids etc I've bestowed similar nicknames on quite a few regulars.

Feel free to enquire what yours is, and/or request an upgrade ;o)

 

~~ We Must Stop Meeting This Way ~~

For a capital city, Edinburgh is a small town. Following is a list of some of the places I have bumped into clients:

i)                    At the airport, the day after our hotel rendezvous;

ii)                  Both of us trying to squeeze through the door of St*rb*cks at the exact same time;

iii)                In a cafe having lunch, each of us with our folks (though I kinda knew he wouldn't say anything, given that the last time I'd seen him he'd been standing on a coffee table, modelling ladies' underwear)

iv)                Loitering at the newsagents (apparently both of us were trying to decide whether it was a Times, Guardian or Independent sort of day) ;

v)                  In the gym (not the place you want to meet me for an optimum hard-on);

vi)                From the centre of town to the end of my road...no, he wasn't following me, we're just neighbours...!

vii)              In H*mebase. I'm sure at least one of us was buying a screw.

Of course, should you be next, I can be trusted not to speak to you or even make eye contact. Discretion is the better part of adult service provision after all! Anyway, chances are you wouldn't recognise me away from the flat. I'm just one of the thousands of girls wearing jeans, trainers, little-or-no make-up, and heading to the outreach centre for a rucksackful of free johnnies ;o)

 

~~ Socks That Are *Not* To Be Used For *That* ~~

It's probably too optimistic, but I'd like to believe that all adult service providers are charging a rate they are happy with, and not a penny less.

My fees have remained pretty much consistent the whole time I've been working, except for the odd summer incall date when I've added a tenner per hour. Google 'prices of serviced apartments and 4* hotels, Edinburgh, July' and you'll see why.

My hourly rate is determined equally by the need for me to maintain a positive outlook on this business as it is by the real-life financial obligations I need to meet.

I don't need to enumerate them here; they are exactly the same as all of yours.

And for every one guy who baulks at paying a three figure sum for time and companionship, I can bring to mind five or ten clients who think nothing of paying twice my hourly rate for a few pairs of new season socks and pants.

The point is, that whatever we're charging and whatever we're paying, we both need to feel good about the exchange.

This blog is kind of directed at the senders of all those "How much for 15 minutes?" texts and e-mails that I studiously ignore.

I do see people for ten minutes (the Uber Quickie), fifteen (the Shoot & Shoot), or twenty (the This is How Long I Can Reasonably Say I Had to Queue For Coffee). I'm really very happy to see you for a quarter of an hour, but the minimum rate applies.

  

~~ 03/02/10 ~~

Ah, February...as Cupid prepares to shoot his load over all of us, how are we feeling? Are those in r-r-r-(sorry have trouble getting it out sometimes)-relationships (phew!) happy to have someone with whom to share the annual naked sushi feast for 2, secure in the knowledge that you know her so well there will be no confusion about whether the vibe she is transmitting is a request for doggy over the sofa back, or merely a craving for more wasabi? Are those who are single thrilled to moistness by the possibilities when they consider who they might be able to pull off the internet for a night or two of mutually rapacious sexual self-indulgence?

To switch to plain text mode....it's all a bit of fun, eh. As for myself - chronically single but fully accepting of my condition - will be going hill-walking for a couple of days and treating myself to a nice restaurant meal or two. In the meantime...anyone who's not sure what category they fall into - or even whether they want to fall into any category at all - feel free to call for a bit of that fun I mentioned just a minute ago ;o)

The website's been up for almost a month now and it's had 2,000+ hits so far - not all of them me, either :o) I'll be posting on this page as often as commitments permit, but do check out my Adultwork blog at http://www.adultwork.com/Blog.asp?UserID=517060 . It's more fulsome, for the time being anyway.

 

~~ New Year...New Site... ~~

I've been working independently in Edinburgh for over a year now and thought it was high time I invested in some rarefied self-promotion, in a place where I can be free of the constraints imposed by national/multi-user escort sites.  Useful as they are, business-wise, there's nothing to beat the liberty of ambling through your own webpages, chatting about this, musing on that, and getting lots of the other from a small but like-minded community of visitors.  I hope some of you will become regular callers at mia-edinburgh.com as I intend to be around for a while yet.  

The not so secret to longevity as an escort is to stick to the activities that one enjoys and those enjoyable activities only.  Well, that's my principal rule of work, anyhow.  What a shame we can't apply such utopian logic to our everyday lives...but then I guess we'd all be guitar-playing superheroes who lived to 150 through total lack of stress.  And in all likelihood I wouldn't get to do this for a living.