So many girls get disillusioned and brainwashed by the media. "Us" escorts have the glamourous lives, with the jet setting lifestyle, the money, the glory but in the end we do pay the ultimate cost, ourselves.

I am the type of person that has to be honest, I can't lie to people, it is not in my nature. So, in turn I shoot myself in the foot all the time.

My family all know what I do and are great, friends erm, that has been a rocking path but I have settled with friends that only know the adult me, no childhood or school memories to share but these guys know the real me. Relationships can be a sticking point, my clients are my friends, they are lovers, boyfriends, confidents. Partners in the past have had trouble handling the way I am with my clients. I want to like you, and you to like me, when times are dark I want you to know that you can talk to me. I may be young but I can draw on so much life experience that there is not much I can't advise on. Partners have found it very hard that I can't shut off and see you just as a business transaction. I have had the suicidal calls, the a condom split when I was another escort what do I do calls, the I need a friend, my family member is sick, I handle them all the same, the human me, the one that jumps in the car in just her pj's at silly AM to bail someone out.

Being an escort means I sacrifice other parts of my life, but I wouldn't change most of it. When my sister was life threatening sick in hospital I was standing outside the building having an arguement with a web designer, it is times like that that you want someone to take the pressures of all this away from you. If work is quiet you can't always go out with your friends and make future plans as sods law would tell you that a really good job would come in for the same date. Then you have that decision to make. I recently got X Factor tickets for the same night as a dream overnight, eventually we changed the night and we are going to see the show together, but it doesn't always work that way.

I would change the look in some people's eye when they discover what I do. It is annoying having to change hairdresser or nail technician as someone has got a cob on about what I do.

Some people never understand you can be sick, go on holiday, want a day off and that you don't answer your phone at 3am. They leave shitty messages yelling at you, "How dare you have a life, how dare you sleep" A recent valuation on my home nailed it, a few weeks after major surgery, I was terribly ill, estate agent came round to value my home, intially I couldn't even open my eyes because of the nausea, once I opened my eyes to my horror there sat on my sofa was someone that I had seen once. So he strolled around my home, saw my personal bedroom, my personal space, my personal items and family pictures that are hidden away from clients eyes, then he sat on my sofa and sneered almost spitting the words out "You have done well for yourself, how did you afford here?" My friend was with me at the time and almost choked at the loathing this man had for my success. My home deposit was purchased with the sale of my first home in the property boom and anyone can get a mortgage but this guy degrudged every last item in my home. And months later they still call to see if they can market my house. Just because my body and mind is available to rent does not make me less of a human being, it makes my job less taxing than theirs, infact ours is more challenging, this past week alone I have had to deal with a clients family member cancer scare, the stress of a single dad with young toddlers (yes plural toddlers), the STD scare of another client(that is what happens when you stray elsewhere!) those are just three clients stresses that I have taken on board in the past week, I had the client whose brother needs a transplant to save his life. We are human and we do take this on board and when you leave we do still think about these things and it does hurt our brains and hearts at times.

So being an escort means more than just renting our body to you for a few hours, for me it means you gain a friend should you need one, someone to lean on, to share your troubles with, and as the weekend proved someone who can juggle 4 kids under the age of 3 in Santa's grotto.

Being an escort is what I am, what I love but girls need to open their eyes when they think it is all glamour and guys must realise there is more to us than sitting around in our suspenders waiting for their calls.