Funny how life throws ye curveballs. Ten years ago I was a newly divorced mum wondering how I'd make rent, now I'm running my own wee business and making more in a week than I used to in a month.
Nobody tells ye how liberating it is to make choices purely for yerself after spending decades putting everyone else first. My clients aren't just paying for physical intimacy. They're paying for confidence, for someone who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to say it.
I didn't start this work in my twenties. Back then I was all nervous energy and trying to please everybody. Now? I set my boundaries clear as Glasgow tap water. Want my time? Respect comes first. Money's important, but so is feeling safe and valued.
Younger escorts sometimes think it's all about looks. Nonsense. Experience is the real currency. I can read a man's intentions before he's said two words. That comes from living, from watching, from understanding human nature.
Would I have done this at 25? Not a chance. Divorce gave me something unexpected: absolute zero tolerance for anyone's nonsense. And that's worth more than any booking.