Toronto

I have been here 6 days now. Every day has been amazing. Toes are painted. Hair is cut, and I have worn make-up almost everyday! How easy it was to slip right back “into it”. The traffic is brutal!! My friends are great!! Today I attended a sales meeting at CHFI. I sat in my same chair and for the first time EVER I kept my mouth shut...well almost shut. Of course, I had to give SOME feedback! It was fun.

My first highlight began the minute I got inside the limo to take me to my car. American Airlines got me a room at the Sheraton at the airport. Nice. When I asked the concierge for a cab, unbeknownst to me they sent for a limo. My first thought, was “Gees, how much will this cost,” but I was too embarrassed not to get inside.

I climbed in and the driver looked in the rear view mirror and said, “WOW, I love your eyes! You are beautiful.” I was happy I had put on make-up!! I decided than I really did not care how much the limo cost!!!

SO, we start the chat. He starts telling me that he is not from Toronto and that he does not really drive a limo for a living. Of course I ask where he is from and he goes on to tell me that he moved from LA where he tried to get into acting but after the “favors” the producers wanted from him he realized that he could not “give himself” to get into the business. Now he is a dancer. “Dancer?” I ask. My tone was such that I may as well have said “Stripper??” “Yes,” he answers. My next question was, “With clothes?” He answered, “I start out that way.”

OOOOOOKay I am being chauffeured in a limo by a stripper who thinks I have beautiful eyes. My first culture shock. But wait, it gets better.

He goes on to tell me that he is Armenian and that he prefers blonde blue-eyed women to the dark complected women from his homeland. Besides being a dancer for “Thunder Down Under” (Google it) he is a male escort. “Women come from all over to be escorted by me,” he says. He tells me that he looks so much better when he escorts women. He showers, dresses well and is a great conversationalist. He is intelligent, knows many things about the world and would be a great companion. His name is Victor, but his American name is Justin. Women really prefer the name, Justin. He said the sex part is up to me, and if I was happily married, that is O.K.

WHHHHHATTTTT!!!! Beautiful blue eyes my ass! He wants me to hire him!!! I can promise you this does not happen in Mexico. Never. Being blondes, my sister and I were whistled at a few times in Guadalajara, but we were not asked if we wanted to hire some guy for sex. I guess somewhere between LA and Toronto Victor/Justin changed his mind about “giving himself”.

We get to Ann and Brian’s house and he gives me his number, and I ask him how much I owe him. He tells me $35. $35!!! That is what we spend for all-you-can-eat-pizza and 4 margaritas on a Wednesday night!!! That was a lot, but there was no meter was running. He asked if that was O.K.? I said, “NO! That is a lot!” He told me he would make it up to me when I called! EEGADS!

Now I did find out afterwards that this is the normal rate but I still should have just called just to get my monies worth!!!! LOL!!!

I am still shaking my head! WELCOME HOME!!!