I’d forgotten

I have to say, I had completely forgotten how much DRAMA is involved with a regular job! Sure I missed having colleagues, the lunches filled with chatter, the watercooler moments, gossiping about the boss… feeling connected to people. Feeling like we all work towards the same goal en getting great results! I should have known I was looking at it through pink glasses.

The colleagues are friendly, and it has been nice, but I wasn’t prepared to get sucked into incredible drama that is ongoing! I won’t go into details, as I’m sure they’d bore you, but in these few weeks, the managers have quit their job, and have been replaced, the staff is planning mutiny and the owner is – quite frankly – a bit senile. As a temp it’s been crazy seeing all this happening in such a short time.

I’ve missed my harlotting ways more than you can imagine, and I am back to them now. Though there will be another break from mid September – December as they’ve asked me to help them hold down the fort until the new management settles in. (I really have to learn how to say no, or at least to ask for a raise) I do plan to keep on working this time round, it is a nice city and there’s bound to be a lovely lady looking for a girl to work with. I’m even considering joining an agency! But that is all in the future, for now I’m busy getting reacquainted with my regulars, I’ve missed them and I’m so happy to see them again.

The drama has resulted in a renewed interest in moving abroad! I’ll be saving and hopefully make the move to either the UK or Ireland in the beginning next year. I’m very excited to get unstuck and moving!

Back to 9 to 5…

Yes, it’s true! I’ve gone back to the daily grind, but don’t worry, only temporary! I felt it was time to remind myself how lucky I am, and to fill that hole in my CV somewhat. So I applied for some temp jobs and quickly got myself hired!

I’ve been working in a hotel, and the work has been great, as are the people. I’ve been fasttracked through all the different jobs, so the first week I have been a chambermaid, a breakfast lady, a receptionist, a bartender… You name it, I’ve done it, it was truly a fantastic way to get to know how the business works. it was hard work, and long shifts but getting to know the insides was absolutely worth it! I’ve still got about a month to go, mainly to support the management while they go on their respective vacations.

Sales have started here two weeks ago, and I went shopping with one of my new colleagues. I saw a pair of shoes that is exactly like a pair I have, but red instead of light blue. They are perfect, but I resisted. I’ve been regretting it since, so tomorrow, first thing I’m going back to the store to see if they still got them. (I love the brand, girls check it out: http://www.harlotshoes.com )

I’ve been living in a wonderful little apartment these last few weeks, in a beautiful city: Bruges. Not doing any work, but still planning that tour!

Sport, it’s everywhere these days!

It’s been all about sport these last few weeks, and I have to admit I got caught up in it myself! Belgium sadly didn’t make it to the world cup (aww) so I decided to root for the underdog, New Zealand. They were least likely to win and hadn’t been to a world cup in well over 20 years, scoring no points back then. They are out, (as most of you probably know) and I’m a bit disappointed they didn’t attack more during their game against Paraguay. Still, they didn’t lose a match and came out on top of Italy. Go NZ! Did you know the country only has one professional team?

Harder to find on the telly these days is Wimbledon. I don’t have digital tv and it has been buried behind layers of footie. I love watching tennis, and I want to go and watch at Wimbledon more than anything, too bad getting tickets is so hard, but I’ll definitely subscribe to the ballot again this year. Except for the longest match ever, which has been covered to death, there haven’t been any surprises. The last Belgian man lost yesterday, otherwise he would face Murray, and our Belgian dream team (Henin & Clijsters) has to face each other on Monday. I don’t want to see either go this early.

Getting ready for the GP this afternoon, Red Bull has been doing so well, I wish they’d get along. Usually I support Button, but it will be a tall order today, as he’s way down on the starting grid. But we’ll see, who knows, right?

As for myself and sport, I’ve taken jogging up (again), I’m not really the active sort, but I do like to keep fit. If the weather stays like this I’ll have to switch to swimming though, which is as enjoyable but a lot more hassle. (my hair and chlorine don’t seem to agree)

I’ve been planning a tour of Ireland, and might add a tour of the UK at the end of it. I’m really excited, it is shaping up very nicely. Lovely people have been helping me with finding great places to stay, it almost feels like I’m going on a holiday. Speaking of holidays, I’m visiting London with my sister in August, if anybody has recommendations/suggestions what touristy things to do, they are most welcome!

A promise

This will be my last poetry post for a while! I just had to share this poem, it has been on my (poorly self-made) desktop for the last few months, and if I ever get my dream, it will be painted above my bed in my London flat.

It’s one of the only poems I stumbled on and immediately fell in love with that is English.  My first thought was that it reminds me of Millay’s poetry, and that can never be a bad thing.  I think it describes a relationship most people have been in at one point in their life. It’s the kind of relationship I like.

Also, a question for women visiting my blog: can we have wet dreams? Because I think I had one, I dreamed I was in a porn movie (which I would never consider irl) and it was so naughty and sneaky! (and hot)

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The Harlot’s Handbook

You think punternet didn’t exist before the internet? Think again! In the 18th century there was a published book, Harris’s Lists, which was a catalogue describing the talents and attributes of London’s floozies. Created by a pimp, a prostitute and a poet, the Lists became an instant bestseller.

Hallie Rubenhold wrote ‘The Story of The Harris’s List of Covent Garden Ladies’ and uses the details found within the Lists to produce a vivid depiction of the steamy underside of Georgian life. In 2007 BBC4 aired a documentary based on the book, it’s only 30 mins long, if you want to, you can watch it here:

Perfect to watch on a rainy ashy afternoon.

I want to bite my initials on a sailor’s neck

I’ve never been up-to-date when it comes to music, even now I wouldn’t recognise a song by Lady Gaga. I usually blame my lack of knowledge on not listening to the radio but as most people are very passionate about music it is rather embarrassing to admit to said L of K.

Now that doesn’t mean I don’t love music, I’m just not ‘with it’. I love singing a long in my car with musicals. (and only in my car, my singing is so bad I don’t even dare to sing in the shower) I played the piano for over eight years, and while I didn’t appreciate it at the time, I certainly like classical music now. I also have a preference for strong woman’s voices like Janis Joplin, I love swing and when I go out dancing, I’m not ashamed to admit, I’m all for a good beat.

So you see, I’m hardly starved for good music, I do fine thank you, even if I don’t have an idea who sang this or that song. Who is N°1 in the charts or what singer X looks like.

I want to share a song that influenced me as a young impressionable girl. This song is called Lorelei and I came so close to chosing it as my escort alter ego. Joline was much easier though, closer to my real name and no connotations with Gilmore Girls. Ella Fitzgerald sings it, and Lorelei is a floozie, definitely worth listening too!

Poetry I love: Edna St.Vincent Millay

I started studying literature as an extracurricular activity when I was 7, and I carried on for over ten years. When I was younger we learned about a good pronunciation and little poems, as I grew older we started going through the history. From the first book ever written, the first written Dutch text found, till right up to now. I even made my secondary school thesis about the use of colour and smell throughout history.

It wasn’t always fun, we started with lots of people, at the end only a few were left. Some parts didn’t resonate at all and were quite boring, and sometimes I just wanted to quit. There were things that made it all worth while though, and I want to share one of these with you.

I have no idea how popular Edna St.Vincent Millay is in English literature, you may know her better than me. I first learned about her poetry through a Dutch translation of Herman de Coninck, I loved it. She writes about death, sex and love in a very modern way even though she was born in 1892. She had an open marriage, and writes about her lovers in her poetry. She is frank and strong, and I think when I read her poetry as a teenager I longed to be like that.

Her most popular poem is Renascence, I am more fond of her sonnets. She is definitely worth reading, and you can find a lot of her work on the internet. I’ll leave you with one of the first poems I read.


If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again —
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
How at the corner of this avenue
And such a street (so are the papers filled)
A hurrying man — who happened to be you —
At noon to-day had happened to be killed,
I should not cry aloud — I could not cry
Aloud, or wring my hands in such a place —
I should but watch the station lights rush by
With a more careful interest on my face,
Or raise my eyes and read with greater care
Where to store furs and how to treat the hair.

G-spot and squirting: fiction or reality?

I think we’ve all heard the news that the g-spot doesn’t exist, but scientists also believe that female ejaculation doesn’t exist. And we all know that they are wrong, saying I don’t have a g-spot (whatever it is) makes as much sense as saying a perineum isn’t sensitive. You may not be able to prove it, but it’s there!  G-spot stimulation is a sure way to get me off, even more so then working the love-button. It might not be what they thought it was, but it sure is something!

The same goes for squirting, I wouldn’t offer it as a service as it is unreliable, but it has happened to me. So why would people say it doesn’t exist? Apparently even science isn’t sure which way to go, I did find this on pubmed:

The existence of female ejaculation and the female prostate is controversial; however, most scientists are not aware that historians of medicine and psychology described the phenomenon of female ejaculation approximately 2,000 years ago.

If you are interested, go have a look, pubmed is science, but not boring!

Overnight bookings: heaven or hell?

I was reading a post from Scarlett here, and had to wonder at our different experiences. She talks about the overnight bookings she has had, and that she didn’t like them much. her main complaints are a lack of food& drink and too much marathon sex. I can’t blame her, it doesn’t sound like a fun way to spend the night.

I love overnights, and they are my most popular bookings. I have to admit that they are hard work, but I’ve always had a good time. They are usually incalls, and because I don’t work the day before and after I don’t have to be stingy with time.

Overnight bookings start with a good preparation for me. A nap in the afternoon and making a lovely dinner. (unless I’m being taken out for dinner) When the gent arrives we usually start with a spot of shagging, dinner and some relaxing and good wine  before we move on to round number 2.  How the evening progresses really depends on who you are with, but I’m not afraid to speak my mind when things start to resemble bunny-farming.

The great thing about overnight bookings is that you do get to know each other better, and you have more time to try out different things in the badroom (or elsewhere). Have a laugh, good food, give a massage…Plus it is a great feeling when in the morning you can send them of to work happy and content, and you hope they’ll be back for more!

On a different note: the director’s cut from Top Gear’s Bolivia special is out! Whoop!