56harrisond

Are you asking clients? Because it’s in ‘ask a provider’ 🙂.
First time I did an escort session was, looking back on it, hilarious and I’m grateful for the client who was really understanding.
I’d agreed to meet him outside house no. 8 in his street. But I misunderstood the instructions and knocked on the door at no. 8 which was actually the house across the street. Obviously he wanted to check me out and didn’t want to give his real door number to me until he saw me. Fortunately no one was home at no.8
Then when I was getting showered before we started I didn’t shut the shower door properly and his bathroom floor got filled with water. He was ok about that saying he should have told me about the door thing. 
In my excitement at my first client I left home without my wash bag which had my massage oil, lube, condoms etc in. So I had to ask my client if he had any oil and condoms. He opened a bedside drawer and provided all the necessities…
Afterwards I forgot to ask him for payment. As I was leaving he said “don’t you want paying Dick?” (Dick was the ridiculous ‘nom de plume’ I’d decided on for my escort career but I soon dropped it because guys would call and say “hi is this Dick” and I’d instinctively say “no it’s Jamie” and they’d say “oh sorry wrong number”). 
I think he was amused by my puppy like enthusiasm and naivety. He gave me a nice tip but didn’t hire me again. 
Then, when I got home I realised I’d left a thong I’d worn at his place. I really hope his wife didn’t find it…
I’d say if you hire a newbie provider then be like my client and be understanding. He enjoyed my enthusiasm and I’m sure he had a laugh to himself afterwards. If he’d been an arsehole about my faux pax I’d probably not have continued with doing the work. 
 

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A straight friend of mine once asked me when I first decided I was gay. I told him it was March 12, 1972, about 6:00 o'clock in the morning. I was in the bathroom shaving and watching myself in the mirror. I began to evaluate my life and where it was heading. Then I thought, "You know, I think that from this moment on, starting today, right now, I'm going to find men instead of women sexually attractive and compatible. Yeah, that sounds right. That's my new plan! Damn, glad I got that out of the way!" Then I looked at my friend in way that made him know I thought he'd asked a stupid question. 
It's not a decision, it's a discovery. It's not a choice, it's more like left to chance. As others have said, science doesn't have a fully developed and definitive explanation of the cause of homosexuality, nor of heterosexuality for that matter, other than it's the norm of the species. But just as there are dark-haired Swedes and blond Italians, individuals can sometimes differ from the norms.
It's also not uniform, it's a scale. Some men are completely straight (at 0 on the scale) and others are exclusively gay (or as I call it, a perfect 10). The OP is bisexual, which does give him a range of choices. But I'm not bi, and certainly not straight, so my choices are more limited.
The closet I've ever been to female genitalia was at birth, and I've never looked back. I like my women like I like my coffee. I don't like coffee. And if someone would ask me what I'd like in a woman, I'd say I like mine on the taller side, with broader shoulders and a bigger d**k.
But that's just me. YMMV.