As y’all know, I allegedly took this semester off to write “The Great American Novel” – my life story. It's not going well. Thus, it is serendipitous that there is a new thread concerning how we became hobbyists/providers respectively.
To the providers, how did you begin selling your time?
My story is plain. My broke parents decided to send their poor, tall, shy Black child to a super exclusive boarding school for high school. One can’t know how impoverished she is until she is around true wealth! I hated my first two years! In the midst of my third year, when my classmates were having elegant coming out balls, I was on ICQ in my dorm room – alone. (LOL. Much like a bitch on these boards…) I was bitching about not having a Palm pilot on an ICQ chat board. To make a long story short, by the end of business the next day, I had the NEW, STATE-OF-THE-ART Palm, which was the envy of my classmates! I learned that by giving a little of my time, I could have nice things. I was a Pavlovian puppy!
Fast-forward three years to when I was a college sophomore. All I’ve ever EVER wanted to do was write and I FAILED ENGLISH 1! The teacher was an evil female bitch! ARGHH! Even to this day I loathe her!!
Sorry. I digressed. LOL. It still stings! I needed to retake English so it was advised that I take another writing course in a different subject to kinda get me ready. The professor said that I should, “write something deep and personal that I couldn’t imagine saying aloud.” So… Of course, I wrote about being a girl with needs… In two months, that professor became my mentor, lover, and sole sponsor. He took care of me for the next five years. Then his wife became ill. He retired. Katie’s income was drastically cut!
I told one of my girlfriends of my dilemma. Actually, she’s my very BEST BEST friend (Love u pookiebear). She introduced me to craigslist. She also had me try my hand at stripping and bartending. I didn’t make buckets of money at either. However an interesting thing occurred. Girls from random po-dunk cities began emailing me and asking me to write their ads and respond to their emails for them?!?!?! These girls had seen my lustful horny writing and thought it elicited many calls. (LOL. For me they were wrong). We would set up a joint email account. They sent me some pictures. I would advertise for them and flirt for them. LOL. If any of you met girls who were witty via email but just sweet in person, between 2005-2009 then we were likely email buddies. In all actuality, I never made much on craigslist, but as a “cyberpimp”, I made thousands!
Then I became a graduate student and the craigslist killer debuted (in my home state). I was out of a job. Therefore, I did what all unemployed attractive young women do – I got married. ROFLMAO. What was I thinking? Without saying, that didn’t last. When the divorce was finalized, I was back on craigslist, which led me to backpage, which led me to my home - TER, which led me to my new agency.
How’d you get here?
I knew what sex was AND that ladies get paid for it. However, I had kids to raise, a divorce to live through, a honey who loved me, and parents to care for. Life was good enough that I only thought of the p4p field when money was tighter than I liked, but I didn't have the courage to try it.
Then, things changed in a short ten year span. Mom died after a long illness. My son grew and flew, and married a terrific gal. My honey died suddenly of a stroke. My daughter also grew and flew, and got happily hitched to a great guy. My adored Dad died slowly of cancer. Still, I didn't go for this life.
The final push was when the store I worked for closed down.
I figured, "Hey! This is as good a time as any!" I was fifty-three, a BBW and past the point of worrying if LE would take my kids. I had other family, but they're not only in different states, but their opinions of my life don't matter much.
So, here I am, a couple years down the road, living as a provider and having a couple part-time civie jobs. I'm still having fun. As long as I do, I'll keep doing what I'm doing.
Short sweet story, but
Smh/roflmao. Lol. I can't decide!
Posted By: Robertini
told be the ice man
All you old farts and fartetts will get a kick out of this trip down memory lane.
