When I first started kissing behind the bike shed at school, I had this boyfriend who had really bad teeth. He also used to smoke, and I think that is what has put me off kissing. I have sort of carried that with me to escorts in London, and I just can’t shake it. It is kind of strange, but there is just something about kissing that really puts me off. It would be great if I could get over it, but I am not sure that I will ever be able to.
Recently, I have been speaking to my colleagues at London escorts about it, and they have suggested that I see a therapist. I would like to get the problem sorted out, but to be perfectly honest, I am not so sure that I am comfortable about talking about my problem with a stranger. Like I said to my friends at London escorts, I feel that this is something really personal, and I am not sure that I will ever really get over it.
It is strange how we get these things into our heads. One of the gents that I date at London escorts have a thing about wearing brown shoes. He just cannot bring himself to wear brown shoes. The other day we were talking about it at my boudoir at London escorts, and we were both trying to get to the bottom of the problem. Charlie, my gent, was not sure where his obsession has come from, but he thinks it relates back to his childhood.
Charlie is 45 years old, so he has certainly been living with his problem for a long time. It is kind of funny how these things get stuck into our heads, and we cannot get rid of them. Speaking to some of the other girls at escorts in London, it is clear that they own have their own obsessions. One of the girls that I work with at London escorts have a thing about cleaning. She hates dirt, and her home has to be spotless before she leaves. I think that is called OCD, and is an actual disorder.
Do you know what? I would love to kiss. All of my boyfriends have wanted to kiss me, but I have not been able to kiss them. Like I keep saying to my friends at London escorts, even the thought of kissing makes me feel sick. It is strange but on occasion, I do see my old boyfriend’s face.
It is all in my head, and I would just love to get it out of my head. It would be so nice to kiss. Perhaps I would even become a bit smarter if I learned how to kiss, or rather enjoy kissing.
But, I have to admit that I think it is going to be a long process, and even if I finally go to a therapist, I am not sure that I will entirely get over it. Maybe I will just have to learn to live without kissing.