Professionally speaking, things are going well. Through the month of June, I pretty much was just working weekends (VERY BUSY WEEKENDS — which I will be blogging about in the next few days). My absence Mondays through Thursdays was not due to my Diva complex, which I admit to having –at least sometimes — but due to the fact that I’ve been rather ill. Of course, the show must go on. And so — at least on weekends — it did, with nary a caller even suspecting I wasn’t just not quite up to par. Truthfully, I needed the weekdays for R&R.
The nature of my illness? I just couldn’t hold down food. When you forget you’ve eaten watermelon and barf up red stuff … it gets kinda scary. I lost twelve pounds and now have to work at putting that back on, so I guess it’s pizza and milkshakes for me, and maybe my world-famous tuna noodle casserole. Tra la la.
Because I wouldn’t go to see a doctor — I tend to self-medicate and self-diagnose — I was kinda-sorta playing Sherlock Homeopathologist. I know, I know! Don’t start preaching. Anyway, just like any gumshoe worth her salt, I finally nailed the culprit , which ended up being one of the many herbs, supplements and vitamins I take on a daily basis. Again, please don’t preach. I do my research and know my stuff. Let’s just say that I won’t be ordering that particular supplement from that company again.
This entire episode got me to thinking about how Phone Sex Operators are, by the very nature of the Phone Sex Business, pretty much one-dimensional in the minds of our callers. And, of course, the same works in reverse: we can make the cursory mistake of sizing up our callers just by their kinky fantasy. On both ends of the phone, we are so much more than that. All-in-all, it’s rather lazy of us, isn’t it? In my own defense, I do make a concerted effort to ABSOLUTELY not do that, but I’m not Mary Poppins and I sometimes fail. Particularly if the caller is a one hit wonder — coming (pun) and going in the blink of an eye, never to be heard from again. But, heh! I’m trying here. I really am.
So — in that vein — if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. In other words, here’s some things you just might not know — and may or may not like — about your FemDom PhoneSex Goddess:
I’m extremely impatient. I want what I want and I want it now. And, yes, I’ve been known to throw a temper tantrum when my desires have been frustrated. It’s not so very pretty when I’m raging against the mediocrity of bureaucracy in all its ineptness, sluggishness and redundancy.
It follows that I expect attention. Particularly when YOU are taking MY money. Which means if I am you’re customer, you better at least act like you care. Because I won’t hesitate to spend my money elsewhere. The upside of this is that if you do your job well — I will make it worth your while, tipping generously and recommending your service to others.
FASHIONABLY LATE could be my middle name, because I’m never on time for anything. And while you might argue that the term should be RUDELY LATE, it does suit my general temperament . I’m single, after all; and that does tend to make a girl a bit self-centered. And while I hate waiting for other people; I’d have no problem making them wait for me. This doesn’t work with my doctor or dentist. When I arrive late, they just push other appointments ahead of me and I am duly punished. Also I like to look top-notch fresh and pretty when attending functions, so that I put off dressing, hair and makeup until the last minute. And I am working on this though, because I do realize it’s very unfair to others.
When it comes to AFFAIRS OF THE HEART, I take the "affairs" part far more seriously than I probably should, preferring flings to relationships. I don’t do well in long term relationships. It’s rather confusing even to me, as I really do believe in love and marriage and all that stuff. Still, no matter how promising something starts out, I find myself getting bored rather quickly. And then I’m wiggling my way back to singlehood as fast as I can. But there is JewBoy, who I am at least keeping around at arm’s length. So maybe there’s still hope for me?
What’s more:
I read in bed. Every single night. No exceptions.
I’m a reality show junkie. TOP CHEF, PROJECT RUNWAY and HELL’S KITCHEN to name a few.
Most of the time, I leave a window open (and sometimes the doors to my balcony) when running my AC or furnace.
I love pink. All things pink. My Ipod, cellphone, GPS and even my license plates are all pink. You should see my pink patent leather fuck me pumps.
I own way too many pairs of shoes … and am still buying. I WON’T BE STOPPED.
I have a fairly severe case of acrophobia. So I don’t snow ski and it takes everything I have to go down an escalator.
I give away too much money.
I don’t smoke pot, because it makes me want to clean house. But I think it should be legal.
I like codeine and take it every chance I get. Lucky for me, I don’t get many chances.
When it comes to liquor, I can barely tolerate more than two drinks without getting sick. But I do have my rare moments. Once or twice a year I get tipsy.
I don’t like sitting still. I have a Type A personality and have to be doing something.
I’m a terrible Bingo player: I’d rather people-watch and end up missing numbers, which drives whoever dragged me there crazy. And I am always angry with the person who calls BINGO. I want to jump over the tables and bitch slap her.
My favorite card games are pinochle and spades.
My favorite board games are scrabble and boggle.
I DO NOT walk around in stockings and heels every day. In fact, I actually prefer sneakers.
So there! You got yourself a peek behind the Phone Sex Curtain. As I’ve maintained all along, Phone Sex Divas really are just the girls next door. And now you know that we can be just silly and bitchy and demanding as your wives and girlfriends. I guess the lesson in all this is to BE NICE TO YOUR HONEY. She could be me!
xo, Angela
… oh! I wrote a new poem. And yes I was pissed off.
