thatdykeliz

Honestly, the last two days have sucked beyond all suckitude, as far as making money has gone. Where are all the horny guys, man? Are they out playing "let's pretend I like your family, honey" with their wives' relatives at family BBQs? Are the single ones all too drunk to take out their credit cards this weekend?

I don't know.

I miss them. I miss all the heavy breathing in my ear and the "how big are yer tits" questions and the money trickling from their pockets into mine.

The other phone sluts I know online assure me that things pick up tremendously after Labor day, that fall/winter are prime time for phone sex. I hope to goddess so, because waiting by a phone that determinedly does not ring sucks, and hanging out in the Yahoo pay2play chat rooms trying to pick up phone johns is driving me to drink.

You'd think that the fact that the room they met me in has the words "Phone Sex" and "Pay2Play" in the name might clue them in...but they spend a few minutes cybering me up and when I bring up the subject of them calling me on the line I have and actually *paying* me to listen to their perverse chatter, they all say, "I gotta pay you?" And then they do that "fade away into the tall grass" thing I've come to know so well.

One guy invited me to look at his cock on his webcam...what the hell am I supposed to say after I look? "Yep, it's a penis"? Or maybe, "Do I need to adjust my color balance? That thing looks really funny."

I need to get some sleep. I'm going to get up in a few hours and log on again today and see if business picks up...