I came to this country for love, I stayed for phone sex

Well, hello there, lover. Nice to see you here. My name is Debbie and what you’re about to read is true. 

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What an odd title for an article, this is… And yet, it reflects accurately what happened to me all these years ago. I was freshly out of college finally enjoying a summer of leisure in London, my hometown, taking walks in Hide Park and Kensington Gardens, sunbathing until one day, I met him…  My handsome American fellow. 

He was gorgeous all over, with ash blond hair on well-tanned skin, a shiny smile, and all with just the right balance of flirting and aloofness and no time at all, I was head over heels in love.

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We spent that summer together, and then three months later, having returned to the States, he came back to spend Christmas with me. It was bliss at first sight! And the second, and the endless ones that came after that. 

It felt good, it felt right, we couldn’t have enough of each other.  And for the next year, our life suspended itself when we were apart and then came back to life, as ever torrid and exquisite as the time before we were away from each other.

Soon we were making plans to live together.  He lived in Chicago, worked in a downtown law firm and I gave up my job as a writer for a British travel magazine and followed him to the land of the Grand Lakes.

At first, it was incredible.  I was waiting to get a working permit in order but he was making enough money as a lawyer that I didn’t even have to go into my savings.  It took 2 years for my visa to come through.  While waiting, I’d have to return to England and then journey back to my new home in Chicago.

When the visa came, I remember the feeling of elation as I called my boyfriend to let him in on the great news.  Things were good.  I started to look for a job, preferably as a writer, but 2008 was not exactly a propitious time for finding a job anywhere, let alone as a writer.

We carried on like that, happy most of the time, but I was noting some gaps in our relationship when we would retract into ourselves, become pensive, without quite knowing why to be honest.

Things like that do not declare themselves with a fanfare when you’re in a relationship. They seep into you daily hours, undetected at first until one day you realize that things are not quite what they used to be.

Eventually we both realize that our relationship had run its course, and having waited for so long to get my visa, I decided not to go back to the UK and instead make a life for myself in the US.

Finding a job was still very difficult, and I took part time positions whenever I could find them.  But I was well into my savings and knew that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer if all I could get were part time jobs.

Then one day, I saw it… An ad by ChicksWithSass looking for operators to answer adult calls, and being open-minded was listed as a requirement.  I do have an open mind, and was fed up with temping so I figured I’d call them and see what the offer was.

They were interviewing for their ChicksWithSass Phone Sex Numbers and once I was over the initial shock, I decided to give it a go.

As it turned out, I was pretty good at this.  It must have been my very British accent (I can do other European accents as well and really kill it with French, even if I say so myself) and to my great surprise, ChicksWithSass Cheap Phone Sex was actually a lot of fun.

So much so that I am still doing it now.  Life is funny that way. 

So now you understand.  I came here for love and stayed for phone sex.

Debbie