My nana loved flowers and plants, and when I was young, I used to spend a lot of time with her. The plan was to work really hard for London escorts for a few years, and then try to start my own business. In the meantime, I knew that I would not be able to stay away from plants and started to sell them out of an old camper van at the weekend.
The house that I had managed to buy with my earnings from London escorts and a small inheritance, had a green house in it when I moved in. I realized I was not going to be able to run a large operation, so I decided to specialize. My nana used to love scented geraniums, and in my spare time from London escorts, I started to grow them. Literally I had hundreds of plants on the go, and it was not long before I was out and about selling them at fetes and carboot sales in the London area.
I did not tell any of my dates at London escorts that I was a secret florist and loved selling flowers more than I loved escorting. Within a couple of months, my business had grown, and I was now also selling cut flowers which I had bought from a wholesalers closer to Heathrow. One Sunday morning, with my hair in a mess and virtually no makeup, I was attending a boot sale in the area. I must have looked totally different from the girl at London escorts, but yet someone managed to recognize me.
Letting my two worlds collide was something that I had been able to avoid so far, but today was the day my luck was going to run out. I had my hands full of flowers when I spotted a gent I recognized out of the corner of my eye. He looked very familiar, but wearing old jeans and Rugby shirt, I could not quite recognize him. However, he was smiling at me, and when the crowd around my stall cleared, he came up to me.
It is Diamond, isn’t it, he said and I soon recognized him from London escorts. I blushed as I was always trying to be the sexiest and hottest escort at the agency, but standing there in my jeans and oversize sweater, I must have looked anything but glamorous. I smiled and said yes, just as I spotted a twig in my hair. To my surprise, my old Greyhound seemed to take to him, and before I knew it, we were chatting. “I knew that there was a lot more to you,” he said and as we sat and drank tea out of my thermos flask, I realized that I was doing what I had promised myself never to do – fall in love with one of my dates at the escort agency, Fortunately for me, he did not mind his little Diamond in the rough, and today, we can both be spotted with our five greyhounds and selling flowers around London.