This a warning for everyone that chooses to partake in this activity. Sometimes the world is a very, very small place to be in, and the escorting world can be even smaller.

There have been a few times over the years where I have met in work someone that I previously knew. Depending on the situation you can sometimes just laugh it off. But someimes the person you can meet could be an ex or a relative.

I have been lucky and with all my family knowing what I do, I have never been in the position of a family member booking me, I know of one girl whose Uncle booked her not knowing who she was. Whoops. Luckily when the agency passed on the name and address she was able to avoid embarrassment and just not go through with the appointment.

I saw an ex boss a year or so ago, it would not have been that bad but this guy always was a little friedly with his hands, which is what led to him being dismissed. Fortunately for me I have changed alot over the years. Different hair colour, weight and larger boobs meant he was more concerned with staring into my cleavage than gazing into my eyes.

Last year a bullet I had been trying to dodge for a while caught up with me. There are some voices you will never forget, and when the man who took your viriginity calls you and tells you their full name alarm bells ring that you must not see this person. I waited in the beer garden to make certain that I was not avoiding just any old client. My spidey senses were right, there at the bar was my ex from donkey's years ago. He tried to rebook a couple of times but fortunately having his number meant I could avoid him. This paid off until last year when the carpets were being laid in the incall flat. In walks the carpet fitter and says he has brought along someone to help him. He calls the friends name and I look up to be faced just inches away from the guy I lost my virginity to. A total red face moment. It was clear from the flat that it was a working flat. My ex started talking to his friend about "prositutes" and how they are a waste of money. It was no wonder that this guy slept with a minor, he to this day has no respect for women.

Now bumping into that ex was not so bad, I knew who he was but not sure if he recognised me as the 14 yr old I was when we met. 

 I am going to jump forward to this year now. Prior to escorting I had been in a five year relationship. We split, entered this world, I told him about a year into things. He never knew my working name and those that remember what I looked like 5 years ago will know I look like a different person.

So I was in the supermarket queue and my phone went. I recognised the voice straight away.  made my excuses that I was busy that day but he said he would call me tomorrow. I checked my personal phone when I got in and the number matched up. I thought long and hard before deciding the best thing to do was text him and explain that we knew each other.Luckily my memory of voices saved us both red faces.  I don't live or work in the area where I grew up, which is one of the things people tell you not to do. But sometimes your past can catch up with you in just one call.

My moral, perhaps just to listen to voices in future, it can pay off in the long run and heartache can be spared.

Save some of the important numbers from your personal phone to your work phone as well. Forearmed is to be forewarn.

If you want to book someone because they look like your ex, or the person you fancied at work, it could well be that they are that person.

I do laugh at the near misses and complete missile hits I have had other the years, the managing agent of the land where I live, the ex boss, my ex's best friend, near miss with the ex boyfriend. This little dark world is not so little sometimes.

Happy punting xx