Pro-tip #463: Decorum and discretion always count.
March 31st, 2011 § 1 Comment
More and more often I’ve noticed a decline in the attention people pay to details within the hobby. Clients and escorts alike have become more and more lax with holding up their end of the discretionary bargain. Escorts start to let screening and references fall by the way-side. Clients talk too much about what goes on during the brief interlude they share with each new lady.
Levels of self disclosure also change as things progress. The more often you see a client, the more you begin to see or feel a connection between the two of you…you become friends. Whether she’s your “ATF” or a first time liaison, discretion is always a must. You may get to know one another over time, hell…you may even become friendly. But regardless of how “close” you think you are, personal information about someone else should remain exactly that, personal. Disclosing information about a provider to others (publicly or privately) is definitely the best way to go from “Regular” to “DNS”.
Recently, a client I’ve seen for quite a while decided that it would be a good idea to talk candidly in a review of one of our sessions. While he may have thought that his writings gave and impression of trust and closeness, what it actually did is put my private business out there in the street. It also made him look like someone who just lost all discretion and decorum after a while. Not cool. However, I don’t blame him…I blame myself. Had I stuck to the ever-present “Code of the Working Girl”, I never would have disclosed anything about my RL to begin with, right? Had I not begun to let him see a little of “me” when he booked “Nina”, I wouldn’t be in this predicament. Sure, he never should have opened his mouth to begin with, but we all know what happens… “when erections attack”.
Moral of the story? Keep your trap shut. BOTH of you! What a shame to lose an otherwise respectable client to the garbage disposal that is…the “DNS List”. Ah, well. Just another reason why my life is like a bowl full of cherries.
We have a brain and a penis and only enough blood to operate one at a time.