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Finally back from my Vegas trip! So much fun, hadn't seen my friends from Britain in such a long time, so it was nice to finally meet up again with them. Anyways, this will be the final part of my story, hope you all enjoy it. Part 3 - The Little Things So I'm there at home getting ready an hour or so before my appointment. I do the usual things before seeing an escort such as 1) Getting my envelope ready with the money (yes a real envelope this time). 2) Agonize on what to wear a million times over. 3) Shower, brush my teeth, and all the other normal hygienic things. 4) Double check the location and how to get there 5) Put on a squirt of cologne (Burberry for those wondering, lol). Anyways, so I finished up my routine and decided to browse the trusted CERB forums and stumble across the perfume/cologne discussion. I read that some SP like cologne, some hate it, and some are in-between. Ahhhhhh, what am I to do? I didn't put on much cologne, but all of a sudden am second-guessing myself thinking I put too much on. Stupid me, then falls back on the couch in mental torture, and my eye catches something in the corner of the room on a shelf.... a spray bottle of febreeze. Idiot me, thinks, hmmmm maybe a little touch of febreeze will even it out. So I do it, and man, let me tell you this, febreeze + burberry is not a good mix. Now, I'm fretting because I smell like furberry (febreeze + burberry). This girl is going to think I hung out at Sesame Street all day with Oscar the Grouch. So I decide to jump back into the shower, and don't ask me why but instead of using my normal body wash, I decided to use a satsuma body wash from the Body Shop. (FYI, it's not mine, lol, well it is now I guess. My ex-girlfriend from 2 months ago left it, I would have threw it out, but the smell of it is soooo good, it's like the nicotine of body washes, it's so addictive.). So yes, I head to my appointment smelling like Satsuma. And I blame the perfume discussion for that! lol. The girl actually smelt the Satsuma too, it was a pretty good ice-breaker. Haha. Anyways, so yadayaydyayada, you all know what happens next. Great fun! ******************************************************* Anyways, so after seeing a couple more SP's, I finally realized something. At the start I was always trying to figure out what specific things I wanted in an SP (like GFE vs PSE, spinner vs BBW, independent vs agency, incall vs outcall, young vs experienced, DFK vs LFK, BBBJ vs CBJ). In my head I thought I had the perfect SP all figured out in my head and how she should act. Well atleast I thought.... Until one night when I met this one girl we shall call "A" (to hide her identity). I then finally realized, "A" had all the these other qualities that I never even knew I wanted. She makes me smile, her laugh is horrific but contagious, into the same books as me, loves rocking out air instruments in bed, being slobby in a hotel room, and just random 4 am hysterical spooning conversations in the middle of the night. I finally realized it's not only near impossible, but silly trying to figure out the "perfect SP" on what restrictions they may/or may not be, or what you want them to physically look like. Because what you want in an escort, might be the little less obvious things you didn't even know you wanted. Since seeing A that one night, she's the first one I repeated. The two and half weeks before Vegas, I actually saw her 7 times, lol. The sex was obviously awesome, but it was just the little things that kept me coming back. Like the way she rubs the back of my head, conversations about silly things like Starbucks & Jersey Shore, and the one night after sex we drew pictures like we were in kindergarden, lol (I bought the colouring book and she bought the crayons, haha). Sadly, "A" is taking a bit of a break from the escort scene, we at least got to say our good byes though, so that was a happy ending. She was there when I needed her, and didn't complain if I didn't text her for a couple days because of work, sports, etc. She was like the ideal pseudo-girlfriend (or whatever you want to call it, lol). Over the past few weeks, I've discovered a world that I never knew about and thank you all for helping me figuring it out. And to that, that's the end of my story! I hope all you all enjoyed it.

Summertime is now upon us, which means YAY for short skirts and tank tops! After one day of donning such attire in downtown Ottawa, I've already been reminded of my least favourite thing about summer: the cat-call. My experiences with cerb gentlemen have always been respectful and courteous, so this message is in no way intended to snip at any of you - however, this is just a gentle reminder to the people out there I may not have met, so who may not be as gentlemenly. NO LADY likes to be yelled at when walking down the street. Honking, whistling, 'ya-hooing', etc. Not acceptable. There are ways to show your appreciation of a nice-looking woman without acting like a pig. The best one: a SMILE. A smile goes a long way, and usually results in a return smile. A leer however can sometimes result in my middle finger being flashed at your face. For myself especially, as a heavily tattooed woman, I expect the looks. Today already I had the purrfect examples of polite, and downright rude. As I sat down in the hair salon waiting room, the older lady next to me smiled, looked at me, and said 'HOLY COW! that's a lot of ink!' then proceeded to talk to me about them. Totally fine. Made me smile. Unaccepable - the woman sitting on a bus bench who dropped her mouth at me, sneered, then turned to gawk at me with a look of disgust as I passed (see, my intended lesson in this message isn't for men only, women can do this too!). That made me angry. All I'm really trying to say is this: pretty girls know they're pretty, and want to wear pretty things. Please don't make us feel like garbage about it - because then we'll cover up!

:( Sorry Cleo, but that random shout of "Meeee, f***in- Owwww!!" the other day was from me....I couldn't help it! The mere sight of you made all the blood drain from my brain and there were no coherent thought patterns to be had. :P All kidding aside this really bothers me when I see other guys doing this, almost makes me ashamed to have a penis. You truly are a wonderful lady, inside and out, and deserve to be treated like a lady. Makes me angry to hear of anyone disrespecting you...or anyone for that matter. Not trying to be holier than thou, if I see a beautiful woman, in a short skirt and a tank top, I WILL look, I am a man who likes women after all, but what some men need to understand, is that there are ways to admire a beautiful woman and still remain subtle and respectful about it. Cleo, even though we've only met a few times (so far :P) I can already tell that you are one of the kindest, most caring, most thoughtful, most sensual, and yes, one of the sexiest, women I have ever met. The thought of anyone disrespecting someone like you is truly upsetting to me. I'm glad you're able to see that we're not all cut from the same cloth! I've actually been on the receiving end of girls leering at me everywhere I look (no people, I'm not making this up :P), usually while having the unfortunate experience of having to go to the Promenades De L'Outaouais in Gatineau for any reason. And while I'm sure it can't be compared to what beautiful women like Cleo must have to put up with on a daily basis, it did give me an inkling of what it feels like to be looked at as a piece of meat. Trust me guys, I am in no way bragging here. It's an......unsettling....experience to say the least. There's nothing flattering about being looked at that way, no matter who you are. Even when I go to strip bars I don't holler or leer at the girls there, I admire the women there the same way I do anywhere else, respectfully and with subtlety (I hope). Remember guys, "Every Woman Has A Name", they're all their own person with their own thoughts, their own feelings, their own insecurities, and their own lives. This thread reminded me of this song, seemed appropriate: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxZDW1bKIpA The pictures in this video, at least to me, depict the beauty of individuality. And how every woman is beautiful in her own way. Thanks Sara, I actually had vivid mental images of Cleo doing all of these things! The Gorilla run in particular made me spit cereal all over my keyboard! :P

Hell dude, give it a shot. At least meet the lady. Life's too damn short and you could miss out on something great. That being said though, your initial post gives me the sense that you're heart might not be entirely set on an encounter with this person. make sure going in that there are clear boundaries set so nobody gets hurt (by that I mean start on a friends level). In other words, have some harmless, innocent fun with somebody who has obviously struck a chord with you, and if something grows from it you're a lucky person. :)

'Extras' in the CR are, I think, illegal and best not discussed on cerb or publicly. The clubs don't wish to be pulling more grief onto their plates by allowing them. If you're looking for 'extras' there are many fine ladies here on cerb who offer outcall services that are totally legit.

I was always told not to eat crackers in bed.

I'm of the opinion that the beautiful women at the beach or elsewhere want us to look; "these girls work hard at looking cute and sexy, you think they don't appreciate us looking"; "they would be insulted if we didn't"...respectfully of course, not with our tongue sticking out or whatever else you may imagine..lol!!! ESPECIALLY THOSE GIRLS WITH LOVELY TATTOOS!! HA!