Escort Marketing Blog

How you do anything… is how you do everything.

And though people don’t know that consciously, they do know it subconsciously.

So the style of your ad “heralds” the experience one will have with you while doing business.

If you write your ad like an accountant, one can count on a session that is dry, dutiful and not very memorable… much like Sunday school.

If you write your ad in a hurry, spelling errors, dyslexic errors, all lower case or all caps: you are always in a hurry, you don’t pay attention to details, and you are good, at best, for a half price quickie… one foot out the door. You can also be counted on to care only about yourself.

These are just two examples that passed my desk today… I will post more as I come accross them… it is never too late to tame the beast in you, the one that keeps you the same… small, insignificant, broke, sick, stuck in the same old, same old.

Once you catch something that you can improve, please, set out to improve it.

It is not charming, or spontaneous to be always in a rush, to be late, to be babbling all over the place.
And it is not sexy to cross all your tees, and never have anything hang out…

Allow your life (and your ads) to be like a dance, flowing, expressive of something deeper. It is pleasing to the Power, and it is nice, it is pleasant, it is fun, it is erotic, and after all, it is the only life you got!

I have many mentors, and I have many people I mastermind with. This is one way I manage to grow, even when the people life throws my way in business or life are not for growth, either for themselves or for me.

One of these mastermind people, Mike from Tennessee, is a friend through an esoteric program called Quantum Mind Shifting… Eliminating All Negativity from Your System… I paraphrased the title… but this is more descriptive than the one I paid for…

Anyway, one of my passions is movies. I watch movies, as it turns out, not for entertainment, but mainly to experience life in ways I would not be able to experience myself, even if I traveled all the time.

On of my favorite movies is the “Lake House”, relatively new, with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves.

The movie is about two people who communicate through time gap… they are in parallel universes, exactly two years apart.

They attempt to buck the system, and meet. Through the cruel joke of the time gap they stop communicating. But there is a crucial moment, when the character of Sandra Bullock sees that she can change what happens in the guy’s universe by acting, boldly, and just in time, and this way she creates a third parallel universe where they can actually meet.

For me, this movie is about that moment when she discovers that the guy she loved died… about 10 minutes later…

She rushes to communicate to him “I love you” and then “I am at the Lake House now… meet me there in 2 years…” (remember, they are still 2 years apart.) He goes to the lake house two years later, and they are now together. Happy ending.

But she could have done, what most people do… say: “Oh well…” and maybe add “It wasn’t meant to be…” or some other bs.

Like me, 20 years ago, when I was told I wasn’t going to be trained to do the only thing I ever really wanted to do: lead courses for large audiences. Their reason was valid. As valid as death was in this movie.

I said: “Oh well…” and I literally died. Not physically, spiritually, as a person whose life is worth a dime.

Sandra Bullock thinks: Oh, no… I can change the future, and does what it takes. And gets what she wants… the guy she loves.

I have the chance to say: oh no… and go for it. (I always had it. could not I see it? or maybe I didn’t want to?… Was I too dead? it won’t matter any longer… I now have the chance and I am going for it…)

This time it is not like someone is going to train me… it is a little harder, because I have to find my way… but I know where I am going. I am going to lead courses and seminars to large groups of people. As if all those 20 dead years had never happened.

Watching movies can be a wake up experience. This one has been like that for me.

Do NOT Be afraid of the dough

I have been trying to cut expenses.

The overall slowing of the economy has touched me. I am sure you can relate.

One of the things I have learned to do, when increasing revenue is not an immediate option, is to cut expenses. And one of my biggest expenses is my apartment… maybe I could get a room-mate… I have 3 rooms I don’t use…

The second biggest expense is my internet… hosting my sites. My total internet bill almost matches my rent… which is too much.

Now that I am finding it harder and harder to pay my bills…

Anyway, I have dozens of partially developed businesses and business ideas. All good, all different, vastly different from my current business. Not that there is anything wrong with my current business, but it has this invisible glass ceiling of “barely making a living” and my clientele doesn’t like to spend money with me… they rather give it to other people or spend it on junk…

Every night I go to bed and ask my soul to go and scout the beyond for answers: which plan shall I put all my efforts into… which one will I love to do… which one will I succeed at. Or maybe there is a plan I haven’t even thought of?

I want to go for the sure killing. I am afraid to fail.

Interesting how much people change… I used to be fearless. I used to be famous and known for my courage… envied by a lot of people.

Now, if it were not so commonplace being a coward… otherwise know as reasonable, I would be famous for my cowardice, my hesitancy, my trying-to-hold-onto-what-I have.

Today I had a call with one of my mentors. She is less than half my age, doesn’t know half of what I know, still, during every weekly call, she manages to say just the thing I need to hear for that week. I spend the first 25 minutes fighting her, and then she says what she says, I calm down, and get freed up, at least for another week.

This week she said: Don’t be afraid of the dough!

at least for another week.

A mentor of hers shared with her, that he was once invited to a bakery to play with the dough, make it whatever shape he wanted, and then they would bake his creation for him to take home.

He knew that the dough may collapse if he works it too much, so he was barely touching it. That is when the baker said that famous –Don’t be afraid of the dough. Shape it, form it, do stuff with it. If it goes bad, you’ll get another piece and will work with that.

Walt Disney went bankrupt seven times before he got it right and created his billion dollar Disneyland.

Walt Disney had the right idea, but maybe he got to the right idea through allowing himself to mess up.

So maybe I should start my internet marketing kindergarten… what do you think?

My blog is experiencing technical difficulties with the word “dough”… I wonder if it is a mindset.

By the way: did you know that being poor, as a statement, and being broke, as a statement, reflect very differently on you, and your mindset, and attract a whole different set of circumstances?

I didn’t know… I just heard it the other day.

Being broke is a momentary state, in time, and means that your cash flow is interrupted but will be back again soon.

Being poor means that you consider yourself poor. Why is that a problem? Poor people have behaviors that make them the best customers of McDonalds, and discount stores. They buy because something is cheap or on sale. The are stuck in being poor, and will make sure they stay that way.

Scary. I am definitely broke. Poor? Not in my view.

Shall I have my Phone Number in My ad?

This is a question that comes up daily.

My answer is: if you like to talk to people (as opposed to booking all your appointments in email), then by all means make it easy for people to call you. Just make sure you have a lot of info in your ad, so that you don’t have to spend your time telling people what is in your website… etc. etc.

Another concern: what happens if someone searches for your phone number on google… or on yahoo.

For that, I recommend that you “obfuscate” your number, somewhat, and you do it slightly differently every time.

example: original number 123-456-7890
obfuscated versions: 1-23 45-5 7-890, 1 23-4-56-789 0 etc. etc.
you can place dashes in between as well, like 123/4/5/6/7-890

that way, alternating the pattern, you are very untracable.

I have been a coach for a long time. One of my jobs as a coach is to help people change their beliefs so that they can change their lives.

I’ve never had an effective coach myself. I am learning to coach myself… I desperately need my life changed!

One distinction I have used effectively to teach how “context” or “backdrop” guides your perception is using the example of a photo studio.

Imagine a photo studio. Big empty room. A park bench smack in the middle and a woman and a man sit on it.

We’ll change the backdrop, a big painted canvas with different scenes on it… Let’s see how the story changes.

• First we’ll use a backdrop of the Manhattan skyline at night… got the story? I thought so.
• Second is a city park, the light is strong, the shadows are short. Got the story? You got it.
• Third: a cemetery. Freshly dugged graves, lots of flowers… The story came like a flash… right?

Notice that NOTHING changed in the foreground. The background did only. With that the story, automatically changed.

This is your life… what’s your backdrop?

They say you life is based on your beliefs.

How is that?

Your beliefs are like wearing a certain color glasses, and the world shows up consistently with those glasses.

For example, if you think that women are exploited, taken advantage of, snubbed, held back, abused, not allowed to grow… then the whole world will prove your right. Even when something happens that doesn’t fit with your beliefs, you’ll say “exceptions strengthen the rule”.

Of course the problem with beliefs is that they do not feel like a belief, they feel like the truth.

I, for one, believed and keep on believing, in spite of all the transformational programs I have done for the past 23 years, that my mother hated me, she wished me dead. In spite of some rare instances that the opposite was evident, I keep on believing that.

“Why is that?” you say, “Obviously it doesn’t do you any good to believe that your mother didn’t love you… after all, if you parents didn’t love you, then you are no good, and you’ll live your life consistently with that.”

You are so right, I do live my life consistently with that. So, why on earth, I would insist on piling up evidence after evidence to prove to you that I am right, that I have been right, and I’ll die right and poor and unhappy, and miserable… but I’ll be right.

Excellent question. For one, I have never set out to prove myself wrong. Maybe that is what I should do… I should start rewriting my personal history showing all the details and happenings, and meals and birthday cakes, and gifts, and vacations, and pretty dresses, and Mom showing up at the doctor’s when she found out I got hurt, and she coming to America to visit me, and so on, and so on.

I am sobbing as I am writing this. You see, at this moment, all those little instances are still against the “backdrop” of “she didn’t love me”.

If I continue to focus on this new evidence finding mission, maybe I can change the “backdrop” and then I will be able to become loved, rich, and happy.

Hmm… this is not where I wanted to go with this post… G-d works in mysterious ways. I guess this is what I had to write about… this is what’s up… Thank You G-d for guiding me.

I am having a quandary here… I am perplexed.

I have been thinking that when I write an email, people read it.

I am finding out: not so. Not really. Maybe: skimming it. Maybe using a psychological principle: I already know what you are going to say, so why listen…

Back in my magazine publishing period, I and the magazine had a lot of fans… tens of thousands.

There were always people that wanted to work with me, and they were willing to volunteer to be able to do that.

What got the people to me is the articles in the magazine. They seemed to know me, and they could not get enough of me and what I had to say. They could quote articles… I was amazed.

Imagine my surprise and dismay about the fact, that the moment they started to work with me, they stopped reading the magazine. Not just some of it, all of it.

Now, that they were an insider, they KNEW everything anyone will ever say about the industry, and stopped reading the magazine. Very disappointing.

And for an escort: it is downright dangerous.

Please, do yourself a favor, if you have the habit of not reading the emails carefully, don’t use email as a screening/booking device.

You know, you can hear people’s heartbeat in their emails. Their soul breathes through their words… the way they word things, the way they punctuate… You can feel them, and you can tell if you will like them or not… that is, if you actually read their email. What they say, not what you “already know” they will say…

Yesterday I sent out 1,000 emails. 700 of them were not read fully. All non-readers were escorts. Who is going to get into trouble next?

In the past year three escorts, that I knew, died. Actually, I lied. I knew two of them well, at the level that we shared stuff on the phone only friends share. The third I only knew somewhat.

The two I knew didn’t live a very healthy life. One was bulimic to fight the weight gain. Like wanting to have her cake and eat it too…. She had liposuctions, tummy tuck, chin tuck, breast tuck…cosmetic surgeries… Then she fell and hit her leg, a blood clot went up to her heart and killed her. She was around 38. I corresponded with her 16 year old for a while after she died. Shook me up… you can only imagine, right?

The other one was about my age, always working, always trying to add just another appointment, we once had dinner, she had 3 phones with her, right on the table… and they kept on ringing… She was always finding another way to make more money and keep thin… I could have seen it coming. She died, at age 60, totally used up.

I could not sleep for a few nights.

Why am I sharing this with you, you ask? Do I want to shake you up? Maybe.

Hear me out:

Two weeks ago I woke up at 4 am from a bad dream. The dream was that I was doomed, that there was no place to hide, the killer will find me and kill me… and he did. I hid under a bed with a thick mattress… it didn’t stop the long thin blade penetrating the mattress and me under it.

I knew it wasn’t just a bad dream. I knew it had meaning, but I didn’t quite know what.

Next night, same time I was jerked out of deep sleep… this time with the crystal clear sense that I didn’t have much time left. Wow. That’s serious.

I stayed in bed and started to make a list in my head of the things I would need to do, given that I didn’t have much time left. All the legal stuff, all the money stuff. Leaving my apartment clean and almost empty so that the landlord doesn’t curse me while he gets rid of “my stuff”.

I wrote in my online schedule book, for every day: “Live life as if this were your last few months. Put your affairs in order. Sell off what you can. Give away what you can. Lighten up the load. Think of what you are leaving behind. Some stuff should go to someone. Some should simply not be here…”

I was unusually calm and clear. Even though, if I died today, I would leave a life behind that is insignificant… not many people would come to my funeral, or even care.

And that thought lead to the question: Shall I scramble to do something in this little time left that merits significance… as far as my life goes? What shall I do?

Then I had another insight: Human beings’ ONLY birthright is freedom of choice. And therefore no fate is irreversible, you can avert any catastrophe, death is not necessary, though we live like it is. But it is a lie, and therefore it is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I saw, that attending to my well-being, both physical and spiritual, is more important and more urgent than dreaming up some significant action to take…

And when I am well, when I don’t have to do anything because I am already happy and fulfilled and live a divine life… then I may want to do something… something that is worth giving a life to.

According to Judaism and the Kabbalah, our job, as human beings, is to become the best human beings we can become in a lifetime, and the rest of our wants are ego-wants… you can take it or leave it.

And this is, maybe, why I wrote this article, to wake you up to the fact that many ego-wants are robbing you of life, real life, and they are not necessary. And that taking care of your well-being is your number one job. Everything comes from that, through that.

Not the other way around.

Hotmail, like yahoo, has a filter that is … eh… filter-happy. Which means, a lot of your email goes directly to your junk folder, or if you have a setting of deleting what hotmail deems as junk… to the blue sky… not even your trash folder.

I opened an account just to be able to tell you what to do.

Step 1. I am using the classic version… if you are in the new version, you can switch back and forth… so switch to classic. If I am wrong, please make a comment at the end of this post.

Be in your mail area, and find the options link and click it:

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