delve a little deeper....
I am hoping to get some new photos done soon. I am bored with looking at the same ones of me and I would quite like some more quirky (yet still sexy) ones to add to my collection. I have some ideas, but do kind of need someone more creative than me to assist! Oh and someone who can actually take a photograph!
Professional photographers cost a fortune and the ones that specialise in escorts pics have galleries full of thin glamorous types in small scraps of underwear looking airbrushed to all hell and well, a bit samey. I don't want porny and I don't want laying on a bed in a hotel room or looking wistfully into a mirror wearing a basque!
I want pictures that will reflect my personality and make the most of my curvy bits yet flatter my figure. I don't want to not look like me, maybe just me but a bit better! I also need pictures that don't show my face clearly, but hint at who I am in a subtle way, not just having my head cropped off, so ideally someone who has taken pictures for escorts before!
Despite getting cold calling emails and messages on Adultwork I am not keen on meeting someone who thinks they can take a few pictures and get some free sex! OK, I'm not adverse to throwing in a shag in lieu of payment or for a hefty discount but I would need them to trust me, because I wouldn't put out before he (or she) had gone away, done the cropping and digital work required and sent them back to me! I obviously will also need to trust they won't use the pictures elsewhere without my permission. I suppose I could ask for references from other girls. Anyway, if you know anyone do drop me a line!
I was reminded of this when I was fiddling with my mobile phone camera and playing with the effects. Here are a couple behind the cut:
Yes, I know it's the middle of the night, but I have just returned from a hotel outcall- very nice it was too, but am still a bit awake and the nice man I have just visited *waves at nice man* said that he had been reading my blog entries. Kind of reminded me that people do read, even though you're all rubbish at commenting and also connected nicely to something I was looking at today which I wanted to document.
My website has a helpful stats page which shows me how many people have visited each day, a list of referrers, i.e. where people have come from in terms of other websites I am connected to. This is useful so I know which websites are worth maintaining a profile on and also, just interesting. I often ask how a man how he has found me and this doesn't actually correlate with the sites that come top of the list. however, a lot of chaps respond to my question with 'the internet' which isn't dreadfully helpful, but hey they don't come to see me to assist with my marketing strategy!
The other thing the stats page tells me is a list of search engine searches, so if someone Googles 'Lydia Hounslow' and they click on the link given by google to get to this website it comes up.
This is my list for Feburary:
OK, Minxy Lydia comes top with quite a lot of people googling this, which makes sense, people who I have met or have me recommended by name but not recall my website would naturally google this. ' Lydia escort' is a little vague, but will still throw up this website somewhere in the list. I'm not entirely sure how the person searching for' Lydia escort mildenhall' got to me, but anyway.
What was really interested me was 'small penis minxy'. My initial reaction was WTF?! Why would a) someone google this and b) I don't have a penis, small or otherwise. I don't know what someone would google this, but could speculate- come on we have all googled random shit to try and find something. I googled this and sure enough I came up- more precisely a blog entry I made. So, it all fell into place.
I tried the same with some of the other searches listed and sure enough I popped up- usually a blog entry. What is really exciting (well to me anyway) that because of a combination of my genius SEO work, that of my website provider, I suppose google (although I haven't quite got my head around google analytics) and of course the subjects I blog I about I am becoming more high profile in the web.
So although I was vaguely aware that blogging was a good thing in terms of getting found on the web I wasn't consciously writing to get more hits. I write because I like it and because I know some people enjoy my waffle and because I think it gives a little bit of my personality away to those who might come and see me on the basis of thinking I am a nice/sexy/interesting/slightly bonkers woman. Of course some of my blog entries may put people off, but I don't aim to be all things to all people.
I like the idea that men google and get me- I like that because I have talked about roleplay a lot here I might get found by a man looking for an escort to do roleplay with. It's obviously a good business builder (hey, a girl has bills to pay!) but also it's satisfying that someone would find me this way, come and see me and have a great time! It's good to know random people who might not have any intention on seeing me might read me. I like to play to an audience, so even though you are all pretty much invisible to me the concept of having lots of adoring followers (egotist, moi?) is very appealing!
I'm not going to change the way I blog (sporadically about random shit that comes into my head mostly) completely, but I might be more aware that by using the right words and talking about things that people might be looking for in an escort could benefit me.
Tomorrow I am going to talk about anal play and fisting, but I promise you I was planning to blog about this before I realised the above!
Right, to bed for me! Toodle Pip!
Here is a catch up for you because I am an appallingly bad blogger. I write blog posts in my head all the time then never get them down on paper (so to speak). I have no recollection of anything interesting or clever I have thought of to tell you about so here is a run down of my week.
Valentines day was partly nice because I saw a lovely man who bought me lovely flowers (which was more than any other man in my life bothered to do *growls*), I then had a time waster extraordinaire who fed me all manner of special requests, including what colour I should paint my nails and then bottled it. As you can imagine I was not impressed having set aside three, yes three whole hours for him and turned down other bookings. I also understand if men can't attend a booking, but to fib to me and mess me about is not very nice. If this is you then you are now in my phone as 'Timewaster'. Valentines eve was rescued in part by having a hastily arranged dinner out with a girlfriend followed by a couple of drinks.
Wednesday I met up with a couple of other friends for drinks and dinner where much wine was consumed. Instead of going home at the end of the evening like a good girl I called upon a friend for a late drink on the way home. Ended up in an Austrian cellar bar where the staff wore lederhosen and and an old man played the saxaphone. There was also a singing goat... and to prove I am was not addled here is a photo of said goat. It was singing The Lonely Goatherd...:
An odd night, but you know how the most random unplanned nights turn out to be the most fun! Ended up crashing at friend's as was embarrassingly pissed and probably very annoying.
Spent Thursday with hangover from hell, I am too old for all this and am detoxing this week.
In other news do you like my new tights?
Don't ask why I was taking a picture of my legs in a train. I got lots of compliments on them by random strangers which is always nice.
Do you know what a meme is? It's an internet thingy that could be a picture or a list or um, something. Look here, these are memes. Anyway, I decided to do one based on one currently going around the internet. Here is an example:
Here is mine:
It's not the clearest cos I did it in Word and this is the only way I could load it into this blog. Anyway, it is not perfect but it is my first meme and I am proud of it!
Seeing as Valentines Day is usually quiet for me (I suppose most chaps are busy making an effort for their significant others!) I have decided to run a special offer. £100 for an hour rather than my usual £130.
It's just for this one day only and only for a minimum booking of one hour.
Seeing as no dashing prince is likely to be whisking me off on his white horse I thought it would be fun to celebrate it in my own way! And hey, if you don't deserve some Minxy fun on St V's day then when do you?!
You don't even have to bring me a present! ;)
OK, so I am worlds worse blogger- I make you promises and then don't follow through!
All anyone has talked about all weekend is the snow. As a nation we are pretty obsessed with it either loving it, hating it but united in the frustration of the chaos a bit of snow brings us. I spent the weekend moaning I was hoping for eight inches but only got two! Hee hee, the old ones are the best!
I would post the picture of the mini snowman I made on my windowsill, but fear you would think me a nutter!
In other news my bedroom ceiling has been pulled down and replaced after the water leak last year. It has taken an age to get sorted due to building maintenance company and insurers, but I now have a new ceiling without a scary looking bulge and a water stain. It however needs repainting along with the walls which they have splodged mess all over. This is due to happen on Thursday along with my kitchen floor being replaced. Therefore I have to get myself out of the flat all day Thursday. Rather annoying as I won't be able to work so any offers of outcalls to nice hotels or a lunch date will be gratefully received. Otherwise think 0f me wandering the streets with suitcase full of condoms, vibe and fancy underwear hoping someone will take pity on me. Cue mournful violin music.
Oh, and the other news is I have decided not to base myself in Notting Hill on Thursdays and Fridays as previously planned. It seems I am in far too much demand in Hounslow for it to be worth my while. However, it's a lovely flat and I could well see gents there if they make an advance booking, say 48 hours, so don't be afraid to ask! I may well be able to sort it!