5/30/25 My First Week Back Home

If this past week is any indication of what’s to come, I might be in trouble. I’ve already had five no-shows and several cancellations. I’m reminded of my good friend and fellow escort, Dallas Rain, who refuses to come to St. Louis because of all the no-shows and last-minute cancels she’s experienced here. I used to think I was just cursed when I stayed at the Drury Inn in Fenton—so many no-shows back then—but I chalked it up to being in a hotel.

Now I’m in a gorgeous four-bedroom home, in a lovely and accessible neighborhood. And still, the same thing.

I truly hope this week isn’t representative of how things are going to be here. Don’t get me wrong—I’ve had some amazing appointments, and I think I’ve already made a few very promising regulars. But I also had to block four people for being either incredibly rude or wildly inappropriate. Maybe I’m partly to blame for some of it, but I’m still figuring out the rhythm of this city again.

All that said, I can’t even begin to express how happy I am to be back in St. Louis. I’m close to my sisters, surrounded by great shops and restaurants, and my home? It’s to die for. It feels like mine in a way nothing in Kansas City ever really did.

So yes, despite the no-shows and cancellations, this has still been one of the best weeks I’ve had all year. I know some of my amazing Kansas City clients might be thinking, You never should’ve moved, but honestly? I’m still so glad I did.