Escort - On Dating

It’s awfully hard to find a relationship while being an escort. It takes someone very rare to cope with realities of a girlfriend sleeping with many different men every month. I think it would take someone mature, patient, confident, and caring. Would it be easy for me to find?

Last week I started two separate profiles on a popular dating website. The first was my “pseudo” profile where I lied about what I do. I am a customer service and marketing agent. It’s a white lie. Escorting is all about marketing and customer service. :)

My second profile “genuinely” stated that I’m a working girl who loves her job. Seriously seeking a long-term relationship with a man who can handle a fun, confident, beautiful, and very sexual girl.

To keep things similar age, height, weight, hair colour, and interests were the same. Both profiles did not include photos. It’s obvious why right? LOL This town is full of trolling men and I have seen some of them.

At regular intervals I checked to see what my inbox would generate. And in three days it was still 20 to 0 for Pseudo versus Genuine. I haven’t dated in over 2 years and it felt fun getting to know younger guys again. Let’s just be friends and if things evolve into something more serious over time then I’m game, I told them. And in a couple of days I set a dinner date with a 31-year-old personal fitness trainer/nutritionist.

Before I found myself at the restaurant, my date received a body photo (not face) of me wearing tight jeans with a short top that showed my midriff. He walked into the place just two minutes after me and we introduced ourselves. “I recognized you by those jeans when I saw you walking across the street.” He said laughing. “Yea, that’s what I thought would happen when I was putting them on today.”

We opted to take the comfy seats in the lounge as opposed to the restaurant side. One thing I can tell you about him is he talks - fast and constantly! He would have told me his story from age 2 up to now before our food orders were taken, except he wasn’t talking about his life. For three hours I sat there listening to nutritional studies done by doctors in the 1980s, genes that make people prone to sicknesses, and various fitness routines for building muscles. Can you tell he loves his job? That’s all swell and I appreciate it considering I love learning about those topics myself!

After dinner we stepped out into the freezing cold night and he walked me to my car. He closed in for a hug to say good night and as I was pulling out of our hug he sneaked in a kiss. It totally put me off. For some reason, my game is to be the kiss initiator. In my past I never been kissed until I felt comfortable enough to go for it myself. Which by the way, is always done most unexpected ;)

I still enjoyed meeting him and he is still to this day the only black man I have ever kissed. I’m intrigued by the idea of sleeping with a black man because I have had sex with - Asians, East Indians, Caucasians, Latinos, Native Indians, etc…but never them. My date was from Trinidad and Tobago, about 5 foot 10 with such thick biceps and shoulders that they made his head look pea sized. I almost laughed at first but eventually the proportions started to seem ‘normal’.

The following day he started planning our second date. “Would you like to have supper at my place?” He asked.

“No, I would prefer if we go out. Would you like to go to the movies?” I said. There was no way I was going to head anywhere near his lair! Going to a man’s house is like walking into his bedroom and sitting down on his bed. And I don’t need to be fucked.

On the day of the film he asked me if he’s picking me up. “Well, I can meet you there.” I told him yet he still managed to convince me that going ‘together’ would be better. He arrived at my place but couldn’t quite find it LOL so much for that. Most of my clients find the fuck pad without requiring further directions. I walked out into the street so he could see me.

Now here is where things started to get on my nerves. One thing I hate is being escorted by the arm and having a car door opened for me. I understand it’s supposed to show “respect” but I love walking on my own and opening the car door myself! I don’t mind holding hands playfully once in a while when I’ve been with a boyfriend for some time. But when a guy puts his arm around mine to escort me, I feel like an old lady! Seriously…it makes me feel so BLAH!! Haha

I was very happy to make it to the theatre in one piece! His driving is a bit too aggressive and I don’t drive like a grandma… We got out of his car and he escorted me like an old lady into the theatre. During the previews, which I wanted to see, he kept on talking about his future plans of opening a center for nutrition. At least for the 2 hours when the film was rolling he was able to keep quiet.

He dropped me off at my building after the movies. “Let me walk you to your door.” He said. I didn’t argue at this point, as I wanted to just go home. I tried to make our goodbye quick but he pulled me in and gave me a kiss. “So what do you think about you and me?”

“Uh it’s … nice.” I hesitated but didn’t want to be frank. Made up my mind in the theatre that we just weren’t a good fit. He talks too much and I like my silent moments just as much as I love to chat like every other girl.

“You are such a good kisser I just can’t stop myself.” He said and put his hand on the back of my head pulling me into his mouth.

Well that’s a big lie, considering I wasn’t even kissing him back! LOL

I started pushing away. And when he finally let go a bit I said, “Okay!” and pulled away so I can slip my key into the door. “Have a good night!!”

He realized that I just wasn’t into it and backed off. He wished me a good night and went back to his car. As I walked several flights of stairs to my suite I had an uneasy feeling growing deep in my stomach.

What am I doing? Really? I value my independence, lack of responsibility and accountability to another human being. I love waking up to find myself alone every morning. I love being able to relax where and when I want to. I don’t need a relationship!

And the following day when I tried to log into my dating accounts the website rejected the passwords. Someone flagged my ‘Genuine’ profile and the administrators deleted the IP address that was also associated with my ‘Pseudo’ account.

So much for being honest, I got my reality check ;)

So what’s next? I’ve created a new “Pseudo” profile because going on dates is fun until someone crosses the line. haha