Major League - The Baseball Player

This story is typical of what would happen occasionally, not often. At the start of things, when I had to determine if I would take on a new client, the communication would be via internet and email. I would always request a picture. I felt like, if I'm all out there, then you're also going to have to be brave enough to be out there. It displays some trust. I have never met any other providers or had the luxury of discussing this approach with any other women in the business. However, I knew that it was not a standard request. But, for me it was a rule there was no getting around.

I received the initial request for information from this new man. There is so much information that can be garnered from the way someone writes and the phrases used, etc...From the start, I could tell this was one of the paranoid, fearful, mistrusting types. It’s always difficult for me to understand why these men put themselves in the position of doing something so fraught with danger, at least in their minds. I continued the initial trading of information, he seemed like a nice guy overall.

I really have trouble with the paranoia. To me, once you're in the pool, you're in the pool. People outside the pool, aren't looking in the pool so much. I had to get over it, so get over it already! I would explain that in a nice way when necessary.

This guy reached out to me initially. I kept bumping into a problem with the picture. Which I'd been through before. I stuck to my rule... always get the picture! The picture he ends up sending is a group picture, or one of the world series teams. OK, I could figure out which one of the players he was, based on what he'd written. He was very, very paranoid. Very nervous. I kept assuring him that I was who I said I was. It is safe. It is good.

We set a time. I prepared everything and waited. He was running late, I think it was more from his fear. He obviously didn't do this much. He certainly had done it before, but was clearly still not comfortable with his own participation.

I talked with him on the phone, in the car, on the way there. He went on and on with the "I don't know... I can't..." I've never dealt with someone who had so much angst about just showing up. He was about 45, or early forties at the time. Of course, it’s always hard for me to understand how anyone could be afraid of me or being in my home. I learned through many conversations with men doing this type of thing, how scary it is on their side of it. Going places they didn’t know anything about, or not knowing what they might be walking into. It could be scary. This is the reason I always “worked” in my own place where everything was in my control. Normally, within a few minutes of their arrival they knew they were in a safe harbor.

With all of his hesitation, I finally said, "Look, we've already gone this far down the road. We know one another is “real,” and we're talking." So I suggested that nothing had to happen at all, we can just meet and talk about it. We'll talk!

So he came in. We sat at my dining room table for forty- five minutes of the hour. He was all confused about why he was there, the guilt. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" He was just so nervous.

I said, "Well, I'll sit here and talk with you. You can leave here today. Nothing happened. You don't have to feel like you've done anything. It's all good!" I didn't have a problem with that. We talked and talked.

Then, in the last ten minutes he decides he doesn't want to miss the opportunity after all. He wants to go back to the bedroom and do the deed.

He was the worst lover I've ever had in my life! The only man I think I've been with where I thought that I felt sorry for his wife if he does this to her. But I'm sure he didn't do this to her. I've encountered that a lot with men. That's part of the reason they're seeing me. They come so they can do things that they can't do at home. Everybody knows what married sex is like, year after year after year, for the most part. Normally. Not always. I don't want to stereotype.

Obviously, this guy was there to work out a lot of what he wanted to do. Which in this case, was a lot of biting!

Now, I can do the biting thing. I'm a big person on the pleasure vs. pain angle, when it just takes you to the edge of pain and anticipation–that can be a real turn on! But this was well beyond the edge. This was like rough, not well-thought-out biting... bruises and marks were all over me the next day. Oh my god, I couldn't wait until he left! After that, I initiated a 'no marks left on my body' rule!

He wanted to come back a second time. It was a while later, many months later. I allowed him to come back one more time. It was the same, super awful biting! Between that and the lack of connection and because of his nervousness; a good energy couldn’t be developed. I didn't want to be part of that feeling. I wanted what I offered to be a good feeling, warm and comforting. Whatever happened, I wanted it to be centered around a positive, good experience!

I saw him two times. Then I said I'd never, ever do that again. I don't care who he is, how big of a celebrity he is. I'm sure he's a great guy. He's got a great reputation in the community. But that was very unpleasant. You just never know. You can't ever think, "I’m getting this champion athlete. It’s going to be great.” You just never know how it’s going to turn out. The connection with people is what's important. How you can connect with people you don't know so well, so great, so easily... and then NOT. You're never sure what you're in for.

It makes me smile a little to myself when I see him on the news, etc…I shared this information with my ex-boyfriend. He would jab me about it a little in fun. Really, though, I think it made him really jealous, being such a jock type himself, knowing how really up close and personal I had gotten with a baseball legend. I didn’t even have to buy a ticket to the game.