The last Valentine’s Day was a blast. It is a day that becoming a male escort is just so lucrative. It is a pity that there are so many women out there that are looking for love or just somebody to make them feel special but cannot find any. Some have gotten into relationships that they are not really happy about but have to remain so to please the society.
So many things happened on February 14, 2018, that I would like to share with you. Before I tell you the experience I had with my client, I would like to tell you about another lad I met earlier in the day. From the look on his face, he should be in his early twenties – probably 22.
I had gone to the mall to get some supplies for my kitchen when I met him. Well, I love to give myself a treat on special days like this by making my own lunch. On regular days, it is easier for me to eat in a restaurant.
It was a really weird encounter because I don’t know how this dude found out that I was an escort in the first place. I was sure I wasn’t carrying a sticker on my body that read, “HIRE ME, I AM AN ESCORT”. Well, it tells us how small the world is and reminds us to be very careful because someone might just be watching your every step.
So, this lad walked up to me and said, “I am thinking of becoming a male escort. What do I really need?”
I was shocked about everything; his courage, his motive, and his question. “Excuse me?” I said.
He repeated himself – not minding that he was loud enough the first time for me not to have heard what he said.
“Well, becoming a male escort means a lot of things. It all depends on your motive and motivation,” I babbled. “So, what are your motive and motivation?” I was bolder with the question.
He said a lot of things, but in summary, he was deeply concerned about the welfare and happiness of women especially on Valentine’s Day and was eager to do something about it. I think that is really humane. I felt like a proud father giving a pep talk to his son throughout the thirty minutes or so that we spent together.
He really appreciated my time and offered to pay for my groceries, but I couldn’t let him do that. Giving out free advice, I think, should be my small contribution to humanity.
For the past 5 years since becoming a male escort has been dramatic for me, especially on Valentine’s Day. I usually get so many calls from women seeking my attention such that it was usually difficult and heartbreaking for me when I finally decide on whom to serve. If it were possible, I would have loved to serve all of them.
Somehow, I thought things would be different this year. It was already 1 pm, and there is not a single call from any client, just regular calls from family and friends wishing me a happy Val celebration. I made myself this sumptuous meal that brings back childhood memories and was about to eat when the first call came. My escorting service was needed.
I was excited because I knew it would be another lovely evening. Minutes later other calls started coming in, but I decided to allow them to ring out. For the first time since becoming a male escort, I thought the right thing to do is to offer my service to the first person demanded it.
This lady sparkled in her red gown. I was flushed walking with her and wondered what people would think about us. We visited so many natural scenes, and she confessed that she had never enjoyed nature like this before.
She had her compelling story too. I was pretty sad when she told me that she had deliberately decided to stay away from relationships because her ex made her a sex model. And that Valentine’s Day was usually the day he would have sex with her longer than he normally did. So, according to her, Valentine was synonymous with sex.