Was it a sign??...

After spending considerable time going through the selection process for a bank holiday exploit, email dilly dally, phone calls planned and groomed heading off on the motarway, 45 miles later gets a text "sorry have to cancel" so halfway betwen home and heaven I spent my sunday morning at a car boot, bought loads of useless junk to put with all the other useless junk I have allready horded.
Spent sunday eve planning the next day, blah blah blah mails, phone calls directions etc,
up at the crack of dawn, both of these punts were a considerable distance from home BTW, well cross country.
So early start again, fresh as a rose, again about 50 miles later gets a text "sorry I have to cancel". Ironically both texts came 24 hours and 15 minutes apart.

Needing some male bonding now I rang a fellow hobbyist and went and had breakfast and had a great day hanging out in his country mansion. LOL best incall for a while. (well second best actually)

Now what nagged me was the feeling of impending doom, I felt each morning when I set off, the feeling I disreagarded, as there was a greater power in force at this time, (lust) that instinct that tells me what is right or wrong that has got me by for many years, I ignored it put it down to nerves. silly boy!
Now why I didnt go back to someplace I had been before? was the Q I was asking myself, I like the new, but on reflection I have met some lovely ladies 1 or 2 in particular who I am definatley going back to and have been.
So sunday, monday blown out, I choose to take the excuses on face value, well you have to really, cos you just never know. Though it doesnt prevent the feeling of loss and dissapointment, but I didnt take it personal. I consider my self an ideal punt, you know OK.

3rd booking, chatted on phone now this time I wasnt going to get up at silly 'o'clock, (though its great on the roads at this time and hopefully the speed cameras are still asleep)
an early evening booking, was waiting for the call back to confirm, but by this time I knew she wasn't going to call and I was'nt even ready. I listened to my gut instinct and wasn't wrong.
Ah one of my fave ladies in irc, funnily enough the one I thought about going to see the past few days but felt compelled to see a new one... yes silly boy!
Any way some chitty chat, to be honest the last thing on my mind was going off out at this time of night....... As if by magic I was propelled into my car and flying over the bridge after being made "an offer I couldnt refuse" -=(X-rated)=- (Editors snip) stumbled out into the daylight next day, LOL my age is showing now staying up all night was a doddle years back. Damm chat rooms lol.
Now why I didn't go there in the first place is a still a mystery to me. Turned out to be a great night chatting and eating and ......... more chatting, lots of "oh I must go soon"
Though now the chemistry has changed huge shift in the dynamic of the relationship. I think I would rather have a friend than a phuque. Good phuques are 10 a penny, (well a little bit more than that actually, in modern currency)
So I am left with the delema of continue the escort/punter relationship or drift into friendship,?? unlikley and unrealistic to maintain both. Let alone ethical. Not that I dont enjoy friendships with escorts I have seen, I think this night we crossed the line. Methinks friends.

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