To be or not to be...that is the question.

I've taken a break from focusing on escort dollars, sort of. Have you ever been at a crossroads, where you feel called to something and then some other things start tugging at you. That's how I feel about escorting. Maybe this sounds sacrilegious, but I feel called to the hobby like some girls feel called to wear a habit. I work a normal job. The pay is good but less than what I deserve.

My boss hits on me and swears he loves me to death but love can make you do crazy things. Tina Turner asks, "What's Love got to do with It?" That sounds like a clue.
It sounds so simple. In order to spend x amount of time with you, I require xxxx amount of dollars. It's strange because when a man inputs love into the equation, I'm expected to lower the rate I place on my valuable time.

At any rate, my female intuition tells me to focus on my own ambitions and get a domain name and hustle to continue writing my own checks.