I seem to be repeating myself a lot to what seem like intelligent, professional, white collar blokes.
The lockdown has rot their brains to mush.
It's time to put the phone down and block rather than babytalk grown adults.
Me-What would you like to book?
TweedleDee- An hour
Me- Yes and what would you like in the hour?
TweedleDeeYee- Oh! a massage and sex.
Me-I don't mix the two.
TweedleDee- Can I have massage with a b..i..t of sex?
Me- I don't mix the two.
TweedleDee-ok
....a few seconds later he's crashed my boredom barrier.
Me- Let's not waste each others time here shall we. Goodbye.
How the F do they actually communicate with civvy women-semaphore?
Or do civvy chicks just accept this kind of oddness?