I’m not taking text messages today. I’m not messing around with that—don’t do it if you’re only texting.
If you’re going to see me, call instead. And yeah, I’m saying this plain: don’t ask anything explicit, and don’t ask prices either. If you have to ask prices, you obviously don’t have the money to see me—you either don’t have a Benjamin or you don’t have time to see me, so don’t waste my time with it. Which, okay, I’ll be honest, it irritates me.
Also—don’t try to scam me. My place is safe, I’m not a fraud, and I don’t take digital payments.
Cool, and about confirmations: if you have to hear the address a million times, or you have to talk to me a million times on the phone just to confirm you’re coming, I don’t have time for that b*******.
Which, listen, be here when you say you’re going to be here. When you apply for a job, you don’t call the boss a million times before you show up—right? You just show up on time, like you said. Same energy.
If you can’t back it up—if you can’t show up like you’re meant to—then don’t show up at all. I don’t have time for people sitting out in the driveway trying to call.
If you’re too much of a p**** to knock on the door, I won’t answer it. I’ll just keep it real.
But for the gentleman who can’t go to the door—no, I don’t mean you gotta do something extra, I just mean if you handle it like a grown man without making it a whole phone circus—that part is very sexy and attractive to me. Anyway, if you’re coming to Sarasota/Bradenton, do it with respect, not like a scrub. Filthy? Nah.
Wait — don’t ask me prices and don’t ask for explicit stuff. Just read my reviews on USA escort. I don’t see Timid (wimps) either. If you’re the type who needs me to reassure you over and over on the phone, it’s not attractive, and I’m not into it—so don’t contact me.
