Flitty, dilettantish, Jack of All Trades. I have never been accused of being a passionate person, outside of the bedroom. This is something I do, on and off since December 2011, wait - no - I took a few offers before that... my first was September 2010 - a hand job in addition to a half mile "ride" - I just took it on a whim, took the guy's offer. The second was an ex-coworker a couple of months later - I got screwed on that one. The next was an offer from the street, during the summer of 2011, when I was doing something else. I took a few of those. That December, a friend suggested I try off of a couple of internet sites The rest is history. Periodically, I find myself... here.
Today was a mad scramble looking for people. Most of the guys I saw were ones I had either already been talking to, or had seen before. I took some cheap stuff today. I had to. Would I rather hold out for potentially nothing? Last night, nothing went through. The internet - it's so hit and miss. I do not like the crap... often times this reminds me of "commission only" telemarketing. I have no qualms about the sex part. No, I do not feel degraded. What I hate is the bullshit that surrounds it. The talking to people forever, and it goes nowhere. The guys just looking to be sent jack-off material. The flakes. The people just fucking around. The ones looking for a free ride. The ones who screw you over - I am a lot better about not letting that happen anymore... But I had two of those this week! It hadn't happened in so long, and it was crushing. The first on then had the nerve to email me back and tell me that's why I need a pimp. Well, Mr. Wannabe Pimp, if this is the way you go about trying to get girls - no wonder you don't have any!
I have lived in Las Vegas for five years. This was not the life I had imagined, but at least it's an interesting one! Considering I've been propositioned since I was a teenager, maybe the men saw something in me that I did not. I was a virgin until I was 21. Examining my existence in this town, I have not managed to stay stable. I should take the hint to make a quick exit. But I am so stubborn to "make it" here. I have this need to prove to myself that I can. I fall back on this when I need to.
Some days are good, some days are bad, some days are in between. My sex drive fluctuates, so I suppose this works pretty well. There are times I want nothing to do with sex for months on end. Other times I want it all the time. Plenty of times, I can take it or leave it, but certainly enjoy it when it's happening!
There's no way in hell I would let some people know I do this, even some people who are the "skid row" type There's this strange dividing line. Sometimes your secret lives have secret lives.
My name is Marie, and I am a periodic prostitute.
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