escort diary® of Katy King: No shows, Ghosts and cancellations
There’s a kind of disappointment that sits quietly in my chest, the kind that comes when someone cancels or never follows through on a booking. It’s not just about the time. It’s the ripple effect it creates in my real life, the part people never see.
I clear my schedule. I turn down other clients. I shift my own plans around, sometimes rearranging personal moments or commitments to make space for someone who promised they’d follow through. And when they don’t, it hits in more ways than one.
There’s the financial side, of course. This is my work, my income, my stability. But there’s also the emotional weight. The way it chips at my energy. The way it makes me feel like the effort, the preparation, the anticipation suddenly didn’t matter.
It doesn’t feel nice. It doesn’t feel respectful. And it definitely doesn’t feel good to constantly balance my personal life and my professional world around people who treat my time like it’s optional.
I love what I do. I love the connection, the intimacy, the magic that happens when two people actually show up. But on the days someone cancels without notice or simply disappears, it reminds me that boundaries matter. My time matters. I matter.
And I’m learning, slowly and gently, to honour that, even when others don’t.
Always, talk to me.
Katy
