On the way up and the front desk lady says, “have a good night”.
On the way up and I’m wondering how I can make everything less awkward. I’m very tired but I drank some coffee before hand. I knock on door 104. Wow hello. It’s quite pleasant. We talk for 40 minutes. We get to doing the dirty which took only 20 mins. Then we talk for 15 more mins. No, I didn’t charge him for an hour and half. I should’ve but eh, it’s okay really. He’s very respectful and was telling me his experiences with sex workers. It wasn’t that I was attracted to him or anything but it was nice to talk to someone about the job and the dangers. Sometimes I’m lonely. A lot of the time actually. I wonder if sex work is making my heart hard. Whatever. It’s worth it anyway.