Belle de Jour
A friend of mine gave me a copy of „Belle de Jour. Diary of an unlikely Call Girl“ for my career entry. He said it would be a good reading to enlarge my horizon. So I lodged it at my toilet, the only spot where I find the time to read chick lit. When I started reading, first thing I noticed was many differences between Anonymous and me. I’m not a hard-core chick like her, but much more natural. For example, I’m not in a hurry, four dates a mounth are quite enough, since I believe in quality, not quantity. I’m not checking my make-up over and over again shortly before I meet my gentlemen and I don’t play act with my dates, unless they want me to. I’m much more myself and try hard not to pretend about my feelings for a person. It would compromise my clear conscience and I couldn’t do this job without.
If I feel good, my mate will know it by my high spirits. I will talk and laugh and be a perfect companion. That’s most likely to happen when my mates conception of what we’re doing fits in with my belief about what escort really means. If he wants me to pretend I’d love him or our relationship was more than just extravagant amusement, I don’t feel very well. For I pity those who think they can buy love. In this case, I’m more reserved, don’t talk to much and try to give my best in giving him a good time. Last but not least, there are the guys that in fact want a sleazy slut, but, for reasons of lordliness, dare not to take a low-price whore for only 50 bucks a fuck. I usually don’t accept dates with such morons and quit the moment I’ve realized the situation. Luckily, this happend only once in my career.
On the other hand I really appreciate Belles style of writing, her way of talking about naughty things in a classy tone is absolutely adorable. Some of her anecdotes are really funny, too, for example the one about her fisting experiences. On further reading i saw the parallels between us. We both don’t take sexual intercourse too serious to not make fun of it from time to time, we both spend more money on books than on food, we both have boyfriends that know about our earnings, we both think Julia Roberts should have never played a whore, since she has no erotic spirit at all, and so on. All in all this book makes me laugh on toilet and that’s a legitimate credit.
