Waiting. Anxious. Restless. Watching 'If You Are The One'. Seriously, this candidate is quite an all rounder; steady successful career, good looks, fit body, tall, healthy head of hair, active outdoor lifestyle, well travelled, speaks a foreign European language, cooks like a chef, croons like Sinatra, likes animals, family orientated, loves entertaining people and has a great sense of humour. One by one, the ladies ask rather stupid questions, but was replied with wit and absolute patience from the candidate. The mentality of these ladies do give me the shits. In the end, all the lights turned off. What the fuck more do these ladies want?! As soon as they hear something that is not to their liking, their mind has already been made up. They overlook 99% of the great qualities that the candidate can offer, instead fixate on that 1% that doesn't appeal to them. Picky bitches...

Granville. 3 years since I have driven up this way. M4. An extension flyover is built on either sides. The motorway is progressing with unmarked roads, additional lanes and a wider horizon to the west. There's more to go, there's more to extend and there's more roads to seal. With the growing population residing out in the west, the M4 will be busier than it already is...

45 George St. 5 minutes to 8. The door unlatches for me. Someone must have seen me on the CCTV footage. A friendly gent greets me. Roger has given him instructions from yesterday's phone booking. I sit at the rear, screen separating another set of couches. I remember this one that I am sitting on. Yellow floral pattern, sunken, protruding head rest and no lumbar support. It is uncomfortable, especially if you're waiting for a considerable amount of time. The only way for me to relax is to stretch out like a lizard on a rock. With one hand propping up my head, and the other free hand playing with my phone...

Traffic. I get told that Jennifer is running late. I'm happy to wait, laying on the couch, watching Japanese porn. A Nuru massage session is taking place on the water bed. In a gold bikini, the lass starts rubbing her breasts on the man's torso, then sandwiching her milky, stumpy legs over one of his. I think it is the same dvd that was playing 3 years ago. The blowjob scene in the bath tub was pretty cool. He stands, leaning forward, with one leg on the top of the tub and holding on to something in front of him for support. Bending back his penis gently, she sucks him from the rear, sitting in the tub...

Punters. A group of 3 comes in, sitting in the opposite side of the screen. I hear them talk. I hear them haggle. My ears prick up and pick up everything they say. Only 1 out of the 3 is here to see a lady. Anal. No one available for this service, said Fletcher. All the punter had was $80. He asks if he could pay $80 for 20 minutes. Agreed. One lady steps in to meet. However, not to his liking. He was fine to wait for the next lady...

9.00 pm. Jennifer comes in to greet me. Takes a quick side glance of me before leading up to the room. She seems apprehensive. We spoke for a bit, as I entertained her cautious queries. She may have been briefed on my background; the type of customer I am, what I expect in a session and so on. She plays down her services. I reassure her that I'm not after a wild, non-stop 6 star service that she was once known for. She has toned down alot, and do not provide that anymore. And, I have to respect that. I ask her limits and what she was comfortable doing. We settle for uncovered french, no sex with an additional tip...

The last time I had seen Jennifer was 3 years ago. It was only once. The 2 sessions were chalk and cheese in comparison. Tonight, she appeared a little tired, had alot on her mind and disconnected a few times in our engagement. I don't blame her, being in this industry draws the life out of you. Emotionally and physically. However, she provided an unrushed gfe session. Having conversations in between slow and sensuous mouth work. Further light kissing and soft petting only with her. I think it was just right. Tonight was a trip down memory lane, with something to reflect on. For Jennifer and I, tonight was also unpredictably pensive...