My sexy photos.

So I am back in LA for a couple days, to pick up our chocolate lab Max who I am bringing back to Paris to share our really crappy little apartment in Paris.The minute I landed at Lax I got a call from my old former BFF Meghan, my roomate and the first woman I ever «tried out», Meghan is more into girls then boys, I on the other hand was just going through a post catholic school girl thing rebeling against a mother who cried when Glen Beck went off the air and who’s dream dinner guests are Satan, hitler, Sarah palin, Joseph Stalin and Dolly Parton (Hey, she’s from Texas)

Anyway, Meghan and I were friends until Marc came into the picture, and I figured out I like girls, but I want to be married to a boy, this didn’t really sit well with her especially when she figured out my non-lesbianality was permanent.That’s when our «friendship» came to a screeching halt , she deleted me off myspace, twitter, Facebook, linked in, burned the birthday gift I had given her (a Yanni cd, yes, she listens to yanni) and started dating a six foot 238 lbs woman named Frank.

So today Meg called me to tell me that her latest roomate had moved out and while she was cleaning she found a photo album I had left behind when I had left the apartment back in’07 and I told her I would be by to pick it up.

My friend Jean marc (who I once called Apple Boy because he used to work at the apple store and now works at Bedt buy selling pc’s) was there to meet me in his old Volvo station wagon that always smells like cottage cheese.He had In N’ Out already for me (there is a serious In N Out shortage in France) and was ready to drive me anywhere I wanted.

I told him we were going to Echo Park, which is just east of Hollywood, near downtown LA, we were going to the first place in LA I ever lived, the place where I saw the bulk of my clients as an escort.

I wish for all of the women reading this to say that those were good times, but they were not, and I was not really looking forward to going back to the old place.

We arrived 45 minutes, one hamburger and one milk shake later, parked and went into to old apartment building.When Meg answered the door , I was surprised to see she had not changed one bit.Despite being bi, Meg and I both got into escorting at the same time, bit after all these years, she’s still screwin’ for dough.

She didn’t say much, just motioned for me to cone into the house.

I still had no idea what photos I had left behind.

«They are in your old room» she said , I went down the hall into the bedroom I had once occupied, my official escort «office», the bed was still there so was the lumpy matters I found on craigslist and had one if my clients haul it up the stairs.

I found the album on the bed, and went to flip through it.It was a bunch of very sexy photos Thierry (who I have since borken of contact with ling story) had taken of me when he suggested I get into escorting, though the girl in the pictures was not me, this was Isabella, the escort, the girl that began writing this blog.

I closed up the album and left it sitting on the bed.I knew it was time to go.

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