Diary of the call girl next door. I know that I catch eyes on the street, but I see myself as the girl next door. Or, more accurately, the girl in the apartment next to you who happens to be a call girl. Here is where I try to keep track of my evolution in the industry. Wednesday, October 25, 2006. Thursday, September 28, 2006. My brief fling with Redford - which, incidentally, is now fully finish.

Saturday, January 31, 2009. Another year, another post. I teeder on the edge of a regular grown-up life these days, but without the nice parts of the package to make it worth while. Evenings at home, but no little ones to play with. Comfortable bed, but no regular to share it with. I think I need to either get married or move far far away. Wednesday, December 26, 2007.

Saturday, September 29, 2007. I adore my new boyfriend, Mr. He likes college football and golf. He buys me pretty things. He makes sure I eat. He is handsome, yet insecure enough about it to not be an asshole. He is, as far as I can tell, very honest. He is easy to get along with, and liked by the people I introduce him to.

Thursday, January 26, 2012. Men Are Like Boomerangs; They Always Come Back. Some of my relationships have changed drastically, others not so much. When I read my previous entries I feel completely.

Boy makes appointment with Girl. Boy and Girl fall in love. Girl lives happly ever after with Boy. If only it was so easy. Saw Bradley several times under the guise that we were just enjoying each others company. Bull;August 23, .

A typical New York editor going about her day. Things That Make You Go Hmmm.

Elite London Professional Dominant and Companion. I am finally getting back into Domme Life again; a wonderful Introductory Meeting last week with a new gent at a super restaurant in Mayfair and today I am busy prepping, testing and packing equipment for a trip away with a gent later this week. Ah, the bliss of being me. Asymp; Leave a comment.

I suspect love is an often temporary chemical imbalance. If the brain induced by sensory stimuli that causes us to. Maintain focus on something that carries an adaptive agenda. Love is an adaptive feeling or emotion. Like hate, jealousy, hunger, thirst. Necessary where rationality alone would not suffice. Sunday, December 18, 2005.