By Tonya Jone Miller | June 10, 2012
Really? Again? Just to make a bunch of unnecessary work for me? There has been another wave of “corporate espionage” (makes me giggle just to write that phrase) over the last few weeks, some of it while I was on tour and some of it inundating me as I was trying to get caught up. I simply do not understand the point. ASK ME; I’ll tell you everything you want to know. I have no sure-fire secrets, no magic tricks, no phone sex genie chained to my bedpost. I love what I do, but I’m far from the most successful operator or company owner out there. Mostly because I refuse to lower my standards or compromise my ethics, and because I insist on having a fulfilling life beyond phone sex. What works for me doesn’t work for everyone, and I’m not getting rich doing this. I don’t snort coke for breakfast or date famous athletes or drive an expensive car. Living the high life for me means getting to travel to exotic places like Orlando and Winnipeg, stay with complete strangers, and tell my story to 50 people at a time, if I’m lucky. Glamorous, n’est ce pas? But whatever. I must be doing something right if people are still trying to figure me out.