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as ridiculous!</p><p id="5721">So I started e-mailing the best guys with my usual seductive banter — to which they responded most favorably! But then when the boys got on the phone with the actual girl, they were of course getting a very different personality — and one owned by a condescending and full-of-herself woman! Confusion reigned.</p><p id="e3db">In a shake my head moment, I realized I’d perpetuated a totally new and innovative bait-and-switch hustle into the War of the Sexes. The guys were getting the real photos in the ad all right. No catfishing there. The misrepresentation lay in the fake personality I’d presented.</p><p id="d5eb">One guy wrote <b>“I spoke to you — or maybe your friend. I’m not sure. Are we still on for tomorrow?”</b></p><p id="894d" type="7">The person he got on the phone didn’t match up with the fantasy I’d created on the internet — and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. All of which speaks to the unfortunate reality that if only I could put my disposition in a hot escort, that combination could seduce 100 sugar daddies!</p><p id="2825">But obviously, that will never happen., Oh well! I advised the girl to do a low profile thing — letting the guys do most of the talking.</p><p id="1209"><b>“Honey! Just sit there and look good — and let the guys lead the way.</b> <b>Let your body do the talking.”</b></p><p id="18a9">Although the personal ad I ran brought amazing results, the woman never hooked a sugar daddy from my effort.</p><p id="5e18"><b>“I was already married to a fisherman,” </b>said she when I frothed at the specter of having a man with a boat as my boyfriend.</p><p id="82f1">And that would be indicative of the woman’s attitude toward all the applicants. Nobody was good enough for her. Never have I met a more entitled or spoiled individual before or since. The woman’s presumption was eclipsed only by her self-delusion. She was her own worst enemy in the pursuit of a rich sponsor.</p><p id="a876">But that’s not the point. The point is — like my transsexual clients — I was alas born into the wrong body. With my personality and her body, the sky would have been the limit. If only! Oh well!</p><p id="5291"><b>More interesting reading on the subject of escorts:</b></p><div id="cfe5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-boyfrie

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Born In The Wrong Body

I could have sugar daddies galore — if only!

photo by author (Here’s the girl on a mountain top. I took her hiking one day and she struck a pose once we reached the summit!)

It’s no secret that the holy grail for escorts and golddiggers is the sugar daddy, a man who will support them in the lavish lifestyle to which they aspire. Romance takes a back seat to their mercenary nature with this arrangement. Realistically, the most they can hope for is a guy they can “stand” to be with.

Years ago during my ad ad-selling days, I had a special client whose goals lay in this realm. She really wasn’t interested in multiple sexual partners and rather, just wanted a daddy figure to take care of her.

The woman was also a compulsive traveler. It seemed like every few months she not only needed to take a trip — but move to a new apartment as well. The girl just had the wanderlust. What more can I say?

So one day, my friend up and flew to Florida where she rented an apartment for a month — and called to have me run some ads for either clients or hopefully, a sugar daddy.

Keen to oblige her wishes (as she was a client), I suggested running a personal ad on Craigslist. After all, this was Florida, the land of the affluent retiree. Maybe a well-worded ad could attract attention from rich, devoted, and not entirely obsessed-with-sex men.

So I cooked up an enticing ad geared toward tickling the male fantasy as only another man could — attached her excellent photos (she was very good-looking) — and posted the ad!

And OMG! A stampede of eligible men jumped into my e-mail box! I mean…guys with fancy cars — fancy boats — fancy houses. And good-looking guys — men who looked like they have a heart of gold — and a Rolex watch to match!

One dude forwarded a photo of himself on his tricked-out yacht, dressed in a tie-dye t-shirt and shades — while sporting two tuna rods and reels! I don’t know about her — but I wanted to marry the guy right then and there. This was ridiculous!

So I started e-mailing the best guys with my usual seductive banter — to which they responded most favorably! But then when the boys got on the phone with the actual girl, they were of course getting a very different personality — and one owned by a condescending and full-of-herself woman! Confusion reigned.

In a shake my head moment, I realized I’d perpetuated a totally new and innovative bait-and-switch hustle into the War of the Sexes. The guys were getting the real photos in the ad all right. No catfishing there. The misrepresentation lay in the fake personality I’d presented.

One guy wrote “I spoke to you — or maybe your friend. I’m not sure. Are we still on for tomorrow?”

The person he got on the phone didn’t match up with the fantasy I’d created on the internet — and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. All of which speaks to the unfortunate reality that if only I could put my disposition in a hot escort, that combination could seduce 100 sugar daddies!

But obviously, that will never happen., Oh well! I advised the girl to do a low profile thing — letting the guys do most of the talking.

“Honey! Just sit there and look good — and let the guys lead the way. Let your body do the talking.”

Although the personal ad I ran brought amazing results, the woman never hooked a sugar daddy from my effort.

“I was already married to a fisherman,” said she when I frothed at the specter of having a man with a boat as my boyfriend.

And that would be indicative of the woman’s attitude toward all the applicants. Nobody was good enough for her. Never have I met a more entitled or spoiled individual before or since. The woman’s presumption was eclipsed only by her self-delusion. She was her own worst enemy in the pursuit of a rich sponsor.

But that’s not the point. The point is — like my transsexual clients — I was alas born into the wrong body. With my personality and her body, the sky would have been the limit. If only! Oh well!

More interesting reading on the subject of escorts: