therapy

if you ask the average girl,  I'd think she'd call herself a therapist.
regardless if she's BDSM, GFE, DTF, ANNOYING ACRONYM HERE, we're in the business of quelling desire and curing souls.

Strangers tend to love to tell me their life stories.

I've always had one of those faces, I guess. It's a family problem. Well, maybe problem is the wrong word, but it's a common trait. All my cousins say the same thing happens to them:

It's part of why I knew that being an escort would be something I might just be good at. And part of why I was interested in the idea of being a sex worker. [and why GFE is my absolute title]

I've been in the grocery store with full bitchface on [tough girl make up and an angry expression], and a sweet old lady will tell me everything that happened to her since 1942, just to mention she likes my eyeliner. I don't know what I did to deserve this.

it's kind of a good thing. as an aspiring writer, I guess it's kind of bread and butter for me. I mean, how can I tell a story if I have no stories to tell?  I've always been a pretty shitty liar.

It's not that I have a bad imagination, it's just that truth is stranger than fiction. Half the shit that's happened to me in my life, you wouldn't believe anyway. too sensational. don't ask. I mean, I might tell you if we've met a few times, but otherwise... shit's a little too crazy

I think in order to be a good GFE escort, you have to be a good listener, with a long memory. You have to be the type of person that people feel comfortable around, and feel comfortable telling secrets and intimate details to. I haven't been working for very long and I've noticed that. I have always been a caretaker type, and I always get vibes from guys who contact me that they got the nurturing sweet girl vibe from me, and that's part of why they're into me.

They're right. I'm that girl. I love knowing people. I love hearing about other walks of life. I love to cook for people, and nurse their pain. [Not like, sickness, because I'm squeemish, but like, emotional sickness, because.. I guess I know a little about loneliness]

like some of my old bar guest, they just want to get away for a while, have an ear. I feel that. everyone needs an outlet. it's a bit lonely knowing you're talking and no one is listening. no one hears you, no one cares. For years of my life, my only outlet was journaling, and that's like screaming with no sound. Silence. It's cathartic, but it doesn't do anything to quell the feeling of isolation.

I've long been the friend to come to when you needed an ear, good advice, or just wanted a back massage in silence to get away from life and circumstances. I'm a pretty good source of distraction, if I do say so myself.