Effective immediately: no more lunch or dinner dates. And no more two-hour appointments unless I already know you.
I’m done sitting through a full hour of conversation, only to realize I don’t want to spend another minute—let alone another hour—with this person. It’s awkward, exhausting, and just not worth it.
If we’ve seen each other before and have a connection? Great. I’d be happy to spend more time, share a meal, or book a longer appointment. But if I don’t know you, I have no idea what I’m walking into—and I’m no longer willing to take that gamble.
Boundaries, baby. They’re not just healthy—they’re essential.
6/2/25 – No Shows
A 43-year-old makes an appointment. Confirms it. Tells me he’s on his way. Says he’s four minutes away. Never shows.
A 61-year-old makes an appointment. Confirms he’s coming. Disappears. My call goes straight to voicemail.
A 45-year-old comes to my house, tries to use his credit card—it doesn’t work. Says he’s going to the bank. Never comes back. Not a word since.
What is going on? How rude can people be? Is it escort hatred? A last-minute freak-out? I honestly don’t know. But I do know this: I’m sick of it.
I’ve now implemented a policy—if you’re under 40 or brand new to this, you’ll need to call to make an appointment. I’m hoping that’ll weed out at least a few flakes. I never had this issue in Kansas City. Maybe five or six no-shows in an entire month—not a week!
If anyone out there has ideas for how to combat this, I’m all ears. I’m sorry, but St. Louis is starting to feel like Flake Central. I would never waste someone else’s time like this—time is precious. This behavior is immature and inexcusable.
Karma better be real, because I can’t help but hope that what goes around comes around.
Update – 6/7/25
I wrote that rant on Monday. It’s now Saturday, and ironically, I’ve just had the best week of my career. No joke. Yes, I still had five no-shows—but I’m realizing that here in St. Louis, that’s just part of the landscape.
On the flip side, I’ve received more tips than ever before. That tells me something: they want me here. Most of the men I’ve met are delightful. A few I’ve had to block and delete—same as in Kansas City.
I’m completely unpacked, and I love my new house. It’s easily twice as nice as my place in KC. That alone says a lot. I’m happy. I’m really happy to be here
One comment
Bob
Don’t feel alone.
As a client, I’ve never had the opportunity to see you.
But Omaha..want gift cards and prepay.
NEVER show
Absconding with my hard earned $$$.
Bad people on both sides.
No resolution..
Always say the same thing, ” trust me, I’m not like those other Bitches ”
TY for letting me vent
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Don’t feel alone.
As a client, I’ve never had the opportunity to see you.
But Omaha..want gift cards and prepay.
NEVER show
Absconding with my hard earned $$$.
Bad people on both sides.
No resolution..
Always say the same thing, ” trust me, I’m not like those other Bitches ”
TY for letting me vent