Girl - Escort Meets Boy

The title of this post was originally going to be “Girlfriend - Escort Finds Boyfriend” but with some additional information out on the table I made the proper adjustment to reflect my situation. Now on with the post…

These had been the 2 longest weeks of my life! When I sat down this morning and tried to reconstruct our 4 dates on the calendar, I felt like we had met at least a month ago. Naturally all the commotion of my distressed mind was crammed full into 14 days of sleepless nights, parties, worries, and excitement. It is obvious why 5 days ago I woke up with a bad cold - stuffy nose, sore bones, and headache - my physical body could not handle it.

I’m feeling good now though! Bounced back to full health pretty quick. And I’m just a little more at ease now…or am I really? Here is what happened…

14 days ago, just before I completely gave up on my ‘boyfriend’ search, I met my 7^th guy at a local teashop. He is very cute, a bit on the short side but here is how I’d describe him: 5’8, 165 lbs, blue eyes, wavy brown hair, super toned with muscles in all the right places. He’s just a couple years my senior, lives on his own and owns two cars. Very polite but able to speak his mind and best of all…let me use it in a separate sentence LOL 

Best of ALL - he was crazy about me. Yup…almost obsessed :) I loved it! 

We seemed to hit it off very well, he asked me on our second date to go bowling and then a movie. It went well but I started having doubts of things going further. I guess my conscience of lying to him about being a manager of an escort agency started to weigh on me. He would ask about my day and I would feed him another pile of sugar coated lies on a platter. 

One evening I called him to chat before one of my escort sessions, I had time but he was over at a friend’s house. He talked to me on the phone in the next room for some privacy. “I’m going to a party this weekend, it’s two escort agencies that are just throwing a party for one of the birthday girls working for them.” I told him the truth.

He seemed a bit skeptical about me going to a place like that. Where is it going to be he asked? And I explained that these were usually semi-public parties. An agency rents a pub or bar and makes a list of all invited punters and escorts. I told him I don’t usually go often to these events but this one in particular was of interest to me. And I told him what in reality was true - I found out that an escort I’ve been friends with for the last 2 years was going to be there. The funny thing is we have never met in person but spoke on the phone frequently. She had contacted me and asked if I would be attending and I told her - yes to meet you!

Our conversation led to the topic of married escorts. This friend of mine is married and her husband asked for her hand while he knew about her job. They were together for years before finally settling down but he had always accepted her for who she was and what she did. To this my date expressed his opinion strongly saying, “I wouldn’t be able to date an escort. I can’t see sharing my girl with other men! It would be so wrong. And then the concern for sexual diseases is there too, etc…” I told him I understood where he’s coming from but I personally wouldn’t judge someone so harshly based on his or her line of work. As our conversation progressed into this topic he said, “Please don’t be offended but I wanted to ask if you are into the whole money in exchange for sex thing?” 

I almost stammered, “No…” and a silence followed. 

“No… what?” he asked.

“I’m not…” I said. He apologized again for asking me. I felt like shit for lying and quickly told him I had to let him go because I was busy with work. 

It’s easy not to lie when you avoid the conversation and not have to talk about it…not have to answer such a direct question. But it’s even harder answering a question with a lie when just minutes before that same person expressed how they would really feel about a topic. It would be the same as telling a nurse (not knowing she is one) that you don’t see yourself being with one and then asking the nurse if she is one, but not to be offended if she’s not. It’s totally fucked up.

By our third date I partied away (which was a grand time!) and had a few sleepless nights over over-thinking my situation. I had two choices - make the choice for him by concealing my identity while I watch where our relationship would lead us. And then tell him about my job when I feel the time is right. Which in his mind would mean - a perpetuation of a lie, putting him at risk of sexual diseases, etc…

Or choice number two - tell him that I really am an escort and apologize that I lied. Watch as any possibility of us having a relationship disintegrates before my eyes. Which in his mind would mean - a recovery/correction to a lie, allowing him to see me for who I really am without putting himself at risk of sexual diseases, etc…

What did I choose? Option #1 or #2? Could it be some where in the middle? More later…