I do my best to have a good time on my dates. I really do. Sure, some I have to kind of stretch the definition of fun, but for the most part, it is a good time. After all, I really wouldn't be in this kind of work if I didn't enjoy it more times than not. And, like any other person, I have good times, less desirable dates, and then there are those few that just remain in your head. You know, the one you just think about over and over for weeks? Even if you never see that person again, it just stays with you. That happened to me maybe a month ago, and I'm still thinking about it. Honestly, every day I hope my new Vegas escort date is going to outdo it, just so that I can stop thinking about it. Kind of like the fact that the best New Year's Eve I ever had took place with an ex, and every year I hope that changes, but six years later and it's still the highlight of my New Year's life.

I had the perfect time last night. I really don't know how else to put it. It was incredible. We didn't do anything out of the ordinary or different from what I might normally do, but the guy...wow. I, like, I just don't know how to describe him either. A true gentleman without being shy or bashful? He knew how to treat a lady every step of the way. I really don't understand how in the hell a guy like that can still be available. Either he's gay and is just really, really good at faking it (and I mean really good), he's already married, or just something is wrong in the universe. Hell, I'd drop everything and marry that man right now. Fuckkkkkkk last night was amazing.