Drained

What a crazy weekend. Sunday and Monday were much needed relaxing times at Mother's in the countryside, but before that I partied harder than I knew I could!

I met with a man on Thursday who is a good friend of one of my regulars; it was understood to be a one off as he's not in town very often. This man is even richer than my usual clients, both a workaholic and born into money. It's so easy to get caught up in a swirl of Grey Goose and chauffeurs that you kind of lose yourself; I will admit that I was seduced by the money and did some things I wouldn't usually do. At the time everything seemed so exciting and glamorous, but afterwards it felt kind of sordid, tainted. I stumbled into my flat at 9am, not having been to bed at all and looking an absolute mess.

I wouldn't have thought about it so much if I hadn't had the flat to myself all of Friday; upon reflection I decided that my image as a ladylike temptress was much more appealing than the 'up for anything' party girl. You need to find the right balance and keep it in check.

You live and you learn.

Brooke x