I was having a peaceful morning, content to go about my research of Colonial America in the Chesapeake region and the various forms of punishment rendered to female indentured servants who became pregnant while in servitude. There's a long story behind that, but I guess my point is I was absorbed in my research, having a happy day in my happy little compound. You know the zone you get into when you are in the thick of accomplishing a major task and your efforts are beginning to prove very fruitful? Well, that's where I was.
I check my email sporadically setting up appointments for later in the week and declining a few short-notice requests for today (was still in my sweats, hadn't shaved my legs, yada, yada so I could not accommodate). I receive an email from a gent that I had seen once prior, well over a year ago. He asks if I have any afternoon availability, which I did, and gave me plenty of time to make the transformation from M to MILF.
I put away all of the documents, books and notes spread all over the floor. Close out my research on the computer and try to get my mind set on more sensuous things than plantation life in 1635.
I'm in the tub @ noon, hair is done by 1 and I'm eating a lean cuisine by 1:15 so my tummy wouldn't rumble throughout out 2 o'clock appointment.
The phone rings and I see it's Mr. 2 o'clock calling. I had no idea why since he had just confirmed via email that he received directions and would be here at the designated time.
I answer and Mr. 2 o'clock starts the convo with some small talk. I'm still waiting for him to reveal the purpose of his call. Did he have a last minute special request? Did he need to clarify directions? Was he interested in extending his one hour session? Once we moved past the "good to hear your voice" fluff, he says "Can I ask you a question?". I think, okay, here it is, wonder what craziness he's about to inquire. "Sure" is my response.
"I'm not sure how to ask this" he says, "I was wondering if you knew you have a review by a man who has also reviewed a TS". Now obviously Mr. 2 o'clock is bringing this up for a reason and I assume is either he's a closet TS lover and wants me to do something freaky-deaky TS related OR he has a problem with the fact that I have seen a man who also sees transexuals. I said "Okay, and...?", to which he replies "I just don't don't know how to say this."
I'm starting to get slightly agitated because I have a feeling I'm not going to like whatever is about to come out of Mr. 2 o'clock's mouth. I was right. His next statement of "Did you use a condom with him?" just about sent me into orbit. First of all, I can't even believe this man is asking me such a question. I responded with "Almost every provider who has been around longer than a minute has seen a gent or two or three or a dozen who also visits the TS population. You know how I feel about that as it is spelled out on my website, but that still does not prevent gentlemen who visit with transexuals from visiting me. I have absolutely zero control over clients and where they choose to spend their time, nor do I know their sexual history when they walk into my door. And I can't believe you'd be so ridiculous at to ask me such a question in the first place."
There was a pause in the conversation as he processed my words. "So when was the last time you got tested" was the next thing out of his mouth. WTF is this? Some sort of interrogation???? This man has been around long enough to know there's a whole lotta providers out there doing much riskier things than I, but because a reviewer of mine has a TS in his history he's scared I have something. Now I know for a fact Mr. 2 o'clock sees every $99 bargain basement broad on Craigslist who stays at the most roach infested motels, run appointments all day long without washing in between and from the pics I've seen they don't scream "I'm a woman who takes care of herself." And he wants to question me!?!?!?
Well, it just so happens I was tested for everything under the sun just 2 weeks ago. And quite honestly, I'm probably one of the MOST tested providers in these parts. I was insulted, really insulted, and I told him so. I closed the conversation with instructions for him to seek services elsewhere and hung up on him. I actually laid down on my bed and cried like a little bitch about it and have absolutely no idea why. I'm beginning to think this wonder drug helping me to kick the nicotine habit is having some sort of funky effect on my emotions. Jesus.
So, my point to all of this is please don't hold it against us girlies if our reviewers have seen others whom you do not consider "safe". We see undercover TS patrons all the time. It's a common occurrence. And if you don't believe me, just ask any other provider who's been around for a while and they can tell you how thrilling it is to check a reviewer's history and discover a TS or two or three. If you are THAT worried about contracting something, the best thing to do is protect yourself to the fullest by covering absolutely everything OR don't hobby at all.
Going to try and get back into my research zone where contracting something from a provider was the least of a man's worry on the Chesapeake frontier in the 17th century...
xoxo
Red
-- Modified on 3/20/2006 12:07:13 PM
