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I still have my Blackberry ..:) Reality is I won't be replacing it until something goes wrong on it. For me it is still basically a phone that I check mail and text with. I don't need a higher powered smartphone since I just don't use the apps on them.

The rain fell out of the night sky with a light tapping on the car's roof as I sat waiting. I looked at my watch. She was 20 minutes late. The car's windows were already fogging over, and I pulled the collar of my coat closer to ward off the fall chill. She never used to be late. Quite the contrary, in fact. She once was thrilled to see me. You could just tell. Once, she even texted me that I should come over early, whenever I was ready. And she pounced on me as soon as I came in the door. Knocking me off balance as we collapsed onto her hallway floor, her tongue probing my mouth, her fingers already nimbly plucking at my shirt buttons. By the time we finally made it to her bed, she was wow. Just wow. But that was a long time ago. I don't know when it changed, or why, but it had with time. The last time we met up, she was just going through the motions. I could see that her mind was already somewhere far away, that she was already thinking about something just over the horizon. And the last time I tried to see her, she didn't show up at all. Oh, she apologized profusely. But she told me that in a text and wouldn't take my call. I don't think she trusted her voice not to betray her real feelings. That's okay. I heard her actions speak louder and much more plainly than her words anyway. It was a late fall evening. The darkness was enshrouding me earlier and earlier every day. It was dark now, and she was leaving me too much time alone to think. I thought of the good old days, when it seemed like we could never get enough of each other. She made me feel like she was there for me and me alone. Yeah, I know that wasn't true. At least not in this silly business we're in. But I believed it then, in the deepest recesses of my heart. So many men, and so many of the ladies in this business think that this is all about simply fucking. You know, healthy exercise, something to put a spring in your step and a glow in your cheeks. Just sex. Nothing more. Don't get me wrong. I've rather grown partial to fucking. But for me, there's so much more. It's not just about fucking. I want to feel like I'm special. I need to feel wanted. I want to feel like I'm part of the human race, that I'm not an alien observer dropped onto this planet, trying to pass as normal. She used to do that for me, once. I felt alive in her arms. Whole. I looked at my watch. She's 45 minutes late now. I don't think she's going to show up. In an instant, my phone was in my hand, ready for me to type out a quick text. I looked down for a moment before tucking the phone back into my pocket. I don't think there's any point now. I don't think that she's ever going to make me feel special, ever again. I started my car, and the windows started to defog as the fans blew. I looked up at her apartment building. Years ago, a friend gave me some very good advice. It was to never feel sorry for what had passed, but feel joy for what you had the good fortune to have appreciated. And tomorrow, I'll move on, scan those ads. Read those reviews. Call a stranger. But tonight, I need to go home and get out of my nice clothes. I put my car in gear and drove away.

Thanks to someguy for this thread. My CERB story has some parallels with his. I have been married a long time (30 years) but the last several years have been without any physical relationship. The reasons for this are complicated. The root cause is an illness but there are other factors. Anyway, without going into detail separation is not an option, at least for now. About 3 years ago I accepted a position which meant that I would spend more time in Ottawa than at home. Months later while alone in my hotel room one night, after years of celibacy, I gave in to temptation and googled 'Escorts Ottawa'. After sorting through the chaff I came to the kernel of CERB. I had not seen any forum for this industry before and was unfamiliar with much of what I read but I was very intrigued. I should say that since this time I have looked at other forums and, because of the misogyny and trolls and flaming, I am convinced that I would not have stayed to look around if the general tone had not been a positive one. I registered and lurked for a few weeks and, finally plucking up my courage, contacted a well-reviewed mature provider. She responded immediately, which gave me a frisson of excitement, and I was hooked. In spite of a near heart attack level of nerves I met with her and, even though I was awkward and rusty, had a wonderful time. I was astounded at how much my outlook improved. I think I became a 'better' person to be around both at work and socially. Over the subsequent months I met with this provider a few more times and then she retired. I took this as a sign that this part of my life was over but I soon descended into the same funk that had gripped me in the previous years. After a time I found myself back on CERB and in contact with another provider. I saw her a few times and again, my demeanour improved enough for people to comment on it. I have since seen another provider or two and all my experiences have been brilliant. I believe that CERB is responsible for restoring me to being a full person again. As a side note, prior to my experiences, my only knowledge of this industry was through the occasional news story and ridiculous Hollywood movies (Pretty Woman, etc.). Without really thinking about it, I imagined that all sex workers were either drug-abusing streetwalkers or Valentino-wearing, champagne-swilling high end call girls. The time I spent reading CERB demonstrates the obvious fact that both SPs and clients are real people who run the gamut from well-educated and thoughtful to desperate and difficult. Of course there are sad stories, but that is true in all walks of life. In recent weeks I am spending more time at home and have become a more active member of this forum. I enjoy the interaction and the feeling of being part of a community of like-minded people. Thanks to all. TL;DR Discovered that having an active sex life makes you a more complete person (duh!) and that sex workers and clients are just regular people (double duh!).

I'm the Grinch. I don't really celebrate Christmas, haven't in the past 3 years, nor will I this year either...I don't see the point of putting up a tree when I live alone and play World of Warcraft and get drunk. But when I was younger and living in France it was a fake, when my family moved to Canada, we would go in the woods (my parents have an estate a bit north of Ottawa) and cut one...I miss the old times

Ridiculous-I've heard this before, alot of men and women have this attitude. My rebuttal- Real women don't screw assholes!!Peoples attitudes have to change and realize the people in this profession and the profession itself are deserving of respect, safety, laws that protect it/us, and the stopping of the condescending attitudes it's place in society. It's/we are here to stay!

I have been told quite often that I resemble Peter Mansbridge. Perhaps I can see that a bit.

What are people thinking, I do not look like any of them but here is a list of three actors people think I look like. Clive Owen; Gerard Butler; And the younger version of Liam Neeson; I find I look more like this guy;

I swear I will someday be able to post again in the highlights thread, but........ Got a text out of the blue from a dear friend in her mid-forties today. She and her husband are the best friends you could ask for..full of life, honest, and there for their friends. Looks like it's our turn to be there for them. She took a tumble this summer and broke both bones in her right leg and has had a slow, arduous recovery, but since she's in good shape, she healed well. However, she fell because she had a dizzy spell and has had headaches for the past year. You guessed right......diagnosed with a brain tumor yesterday. I have no idea what the near future holds and they live 70 miles away. I have to go visit, but do they want company? Somehow I have to show them how much they both mean to me, but this is going to take some figuring out. Love and support without being intrusive.

Hi. I wanted to start this thread to tell people how Cerb has changed or affected my life and to hear other Member's stories also. I first came across cerb over two years ago. I began just be reading the faq's and stories and posting's of all the cerb members. It became a daily habit as there are a lot of interesting postings and wonder stories by the members. A lot of interesting readings and getting to know the wonderful women of cerb's by reading their smart, witty and funny ad's and postings. After about 6 month's of lurking I decided to meet my first SP. Still it took several of weeks of research and reading recommendations before I decided on my first SP. I am normally a shy guy with limited experience as I have been married for a while and have not been with a different woman for a long time. My first SP was wonderful and kind and took control when i told her that she was my first SP. It was a wonderful experience that got my hooked on hobbying. I saw a few more times then met my second SP, who I became friends with and have seen her many times also, and continue to whenever she visits Ottawa, since then I have had many new and wonderful experiences with MA's and a few more SP's that I have repeated with. All of my experiences have made me a more confident man, and have encouraged to me to look after myself more. It has given me the motivation to improve my health and my fitness. At this point in time I am in the best shape of my life and still improving. I have recently spent most of my nights on Chat now, meeting and chatting new friends in the chat rooms. and having fun. I continue to meet new women sometimes, but usually repeat with a few regulars now. I have been told that they have seen a big improvement in my confidence since they first met me. It must be spending all this time with sexy beautiful naked women. I am interested in meeting the women that post interesting comments and also the new friends that I have met on in the chat room's. I am constantly in awe at the way these women treat me. And am thankful that they treat me with kindness and loving ways. I am experiencing things that I would never have dreamed off in my younger days. Spending time with these awesome women are the stuff that dreams are made off. So again a toast to the wonderful women of Cerb. Thanks to the women I have met for the wonderful times that we have spent. And I hope to spend some time with some of the women of cerb that i have not met in the new year coming. Cerb has become a part of my life now. and has become a daily routine to read the post and chat with old friends and make new ones. Let's here some of your stories now :)

I think this is ok to post hear. I am sorry if its in the wrong section. There is this one stripper I have seen a few times, sort of a regular. WE ever swapped mobile numbers. While I do ejoy getting dances from her I also like soe other dancers too. She acts annoyed when I do almosy like a jealous GF. We are not romantically involved in any way and I find it strange she acts like that. The only reason I think she does act that way is because she probably wants to save her investment. I'm not impressed by this and want to stop seeing her. But I'm afraid she might go crazy on me. How can I get out of this situation? IT unfortunately might mean to stop going to a certain club. Any advice?

Yeah I do it all the time. I'm not really talking to myself, rather the voices in my head... but are they really coming from the bluetooth headset? I'll never tell :)

Headsets always make me think the person is talking to themself. Even when I realize it's a headset, I still think, I bet they're just pretending to use the headset so that no one thinks they're talking to themself.

I always put up a fake tree which is really tall and big because of the cathedral ceiling and it would be too big to bring a real one in my house. I'm always worried about fire hazard with a real tree. Beside I live in the country and have thousands of the real ones outside and the ones in front of my house are decorated with lights.

Always real if I'm at home over the holidays. Sadly, the artificial comes out if I'm away. BTW, since I will be away this year, I am thinking that if I go artificial I might as well go all the way. That is, something silver or red or whatever because the fake ones aways look fake to some extent and certainly don't smell right. Embrace the fake!

Real for sure. A great family tradition to go get the tree and most often we cut our own. I get to put on the lights and then the kids carefully place each ornament after discussing where it came from and when and then carefully place them in just that perfect spot. Hot rum for me, rum and egg nog for them and it is an all day affair. :)

It's tradition in my house, plus I love, love the smell :)

I totally thought this thread would be about something else ;) Real tree, 100%. I like the ritual of going out and cutting one down, I like the smell, and my cats do love it :)

Pre cat I preferred artificial, easy to put up, easy to put away, no mess, most important, safe fire wise. But cats take a liking (as in climbing) to trees and to the ornaments, so no Christmas tree whatsoever now. RG

Real all the way. We usually go out and cut our own, then home for hot chocolate and mulled cider.

I stopped being embarrassed about vibrators years ago. In fact I'm kind of notorious in my friend-circle for having a large collection of sex toys haha. Two are tied for my all-time favourite though: the good old beaver vibe and the hitachi magic wand 'personal massager'

Coming home to a clogged sewer and some pretty nasty stuff bubbling up in the bathtubs on the first floor. So I put on the old clothes, got a pair rubber gloves and a sewer tape and well who said "you don't have to take the cap off a sewer to know that it stinks". Off course all my clothes ended up in a garbage bag and I ended up in the shower on the second floor. Just finished cleaning the tubs on the first floor. Ooo yucky poo.

Although I don't see the ressemblance, I have been told on many occasions that I look like Emma Stone.

Yeah, as others have pointed out, it's not really productive to base policy today on where populations happened to live in the bronze age. The real-world borders of Israel and Palestine are the result of law and conflicts from the 20th century, so that's where we should start from. You can't trace the responsibilities of governments to ancient eras before their respective modern states were founded. You raise a good point about Canada. We're only on this land on the basis of treaties (which the original inhabitants signed at the point of someone's rifle, ours or someone else's; but signed nonetheless). That too is a sketchy legitimacy, but it's not about to change so we all try to make things work together in the 21st century, rather than re-fighting the battles of the 18th. We also suffered our own bit of second-rate terrorism back in the days of the FLQ, but that ugly seed didn't find welcoming soil even in the politicized Quebec of the 60s. That struggle turned political instead, and after its heyday in the 70s and 80s the pulse of separatism is at a low ebb. There's nationalism, but I don't think anyone is taking Quebec separatism seriously going forward. Mostly, young Québequois just want jobs and they really don't really care, or trust, whoever happens to be in charge. It's much the same with the Irish; their tech boom of the 90s and 00s (now sadly vanished) really helped stabilize things. We need to engineer the same circumstances in the Middle East. But now I think I've just said kind of the same thing three times, only rearranging the words a bit. :)

I think the diffrence is that immigrant Canadians also mostly from Europe didn't kick out natives or terrorized them into leaving their homeland and becoming refugees living in tents in neighboring countries and then dropping bombs on their heads every now and then. Israelis did all that to Palestinians though..............

Hope this fashion takes off ;) Johanna flahes us one!

Lol, I was just about to make an appointment with an optometrist :).

The beautiful and fun Violet Blake of Vancouver. I will talk to her about posting an album but she has great photos on her own site. http://www.violetblake.ca

How has Cerb changed my life? That is an interesting question and in fact one a question that I ponder over on a very regular basis. I really cannot say that it has changed my life, however it has become an important part of my life over the past couple of years. I will be very shortly leaving Cerb behind, for a while, and at that point I may better be able to answer the question. What Cerb has brought me is a way of meeting women that is totally opposite to what one comes across in everyday life. Here when I meet a woman a sexual encounter is virtually guaranteed and the social/personal aspect is something that perhaps may develop. In my other world when one meets a woman one knows that a social/personal encounter is virtually guaranteed and that a sexual aspect is something that may develop. Two polar opposites. It is a lot easier in the Cerb world because I am so much more confident with my social skills than with my seduction skills!!! Has it changed my life? I think the answer has to be a yes because anything to which I have devoted as much time to as this has to have an affect on my life. It has a filled a void and whether that void will be filled outside of Cerb is yet to be determined, but truthfully, I think not. I know that I have met women that have accepted me exactly for who I am. I believe that for the most part the interactions have been honest and without judgement and I ever so much appreciate being a part of a world that does not require the games that are normally played in traditional relationships. It is very refreshing. Some of the women that I have met have helped me in more ways than probably some of them realize. Two years ago being a part of this world would have been the furthest thing from my mind and it was a world that I truly did not even know existed. What I thought that I knew about this lifestyle was shattered with the first woman that I met and I am still learning a great deal about this world and about myself as I navigate my way. The story is not yet done.

Moscow is quite high on my list. Also St Petersburg. And then I'd like to take the Trans-Siberian Express to.... wherever it goes.

Water. Sun rain clouds feeling

Targeting customers is a sure-fire way to make things worse for street-based workers. If clients know they are at risk of being arrested/charged, they are going to be less likely to allow time for workers to size them up curb-side. They are going to want the worker to jump in the car right away so that they do not draw attention, and this means that in order to get a call the worker is not going to be able to properly assess the client. I would much rather see supportive housing for street-based workers and increased access to social support programs (see: http://www.pivotlegal.org/pivot-points/blog/housing-committed-to-sex-worker-safety-is-a-critical-part-of-the-solution)

Music to one ears here is an easy one H I J K L M N O

I used to get these 3 all the time when I was younger but I don't look like anyone anymore since my nose job.lol. It totally changed my face. Anna Kournikova Tiffani Amber Theissen Guess who this is? lol Sarah Michell Gellar

Actually, I hadn't insulted Berlin (who obviously has me blocked) yet, but she may find what I have to say now insulting. At least at this moment. She seems to me to be an intelligent young woman. I'm thinking she may one day mature to the point of being able to separate reality from wishful thinking and histrionics. Then perhaps she'll understand what I'm trying to say. It does us no service to lash out at communities that are fed up with street prostitution, shaming them and especially accusing them of being complicit in violence against streetwalkers. If you ask them how best to keep streetwalkers safe, they will tell you "get them off the streets." Don't believe me? Ask them. And I happen to agree with them. I don't see how you can make streetwalking safe. As for jumping on a high horse about nuisance, it's obvious some of our fearless activist SPs (who have decided to speak for all of us) have never worked in situations where morality was the trigger for law enforcement. In our present situation in Canada, in most places, if you're out of sight, you're out of mind. Consenting adults can pretty much do as they please in private. But I've worked places where there were cops dedicated full time to ferreting out prostitutes and their customers, no matter how they worked, simply on the basis of enforcing morality. I've worked in places where the cops would bust an SP and get her to turn on her customers, and vice versa. You want to change the laws? Be careful what you wish for. I find it interesting that no one has answered my points about how we should equate their arguments to things like drunk driving, speeding, littering, parking wherever one damned well pleases. You can say that there's always been street prostitution. The same argument goes for community complaints and the sweeps they trigger. I do worry about streetwalkers, and I don't for a minute believe anyone who puts herself on the street is going to be safer just because she can do it with impunity. Count me among those who prays these girls get busted before they get hurt, because as awful as getting busted might be, that's not the worst thing that can happen to them out there. I'll admit, there might be a better alternative to busting them, but that alternative must involve getting them off the streets. Prostitution isn't the problem. Streetwalking is the problem.

Stephen Harper not bothering to go yet another government conference. What a Douche, do your job

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Having someone put up a phony review of you on one of those nasty boards....ugh.

Since most of the big ones have already been said, I'm going to add: The idea that sex workers are bad parents, or that they can't be around kids (eg. as teachers) if they've had a past in the sex industry.