As a high class escort you can be asked to meet anyone at any time. Sometimes you have no idea about who you’ll be escorting apart from what your agency tells you. That might be a simple description of how they look, or it might just be a name.
This week I was sent out to meet ‘Omar.’ I’ve never been on a date with him before and there was no description of what he looked like, just a name and a place. He had specifically asked for high class escorts and said he wanted to best woman available in London. I like a man who knows what he wants so I was looking forward to our date.
When I arrived at his hotel I knew he was going to be interesting. He had an excellent suit and two men hovering behind him at all times. We went to the bar for a glass of champagne and ‘Omar’ sat in silence. I had been so excited when I arrived but things seemed icy cold between us. I told him a little about my life in London and batted my eyelashes in the most coquettish fashion I could muster but nothing raised a smile.
Soon we were served dinner and I started to wonder if ‘Omar’ spoke English so I changed tactics and persevered with body language. He remained in a state of silent disinterest so I smiled and ate my caviar.
After the date was over I went home, wondering what I could have done differently and then prepared for my next date with a sweet lawyer named ‘Ben’ determined to do better. ‘Ben’ and I met in a small hotel, it was nothing fancy but all we needed was a private room where we could talk and laugh for hours. High class escorts make great company, but ‘Ben’ was also the perfect date.
The next morning I received two things. First came a text message from ‘Ben.’ He told me I was beautiful and thanked me for a wonderful evening. Then came a knock at the door; two dozen red roses appeared with a note,
“Thank you for dinner. Prince ‘Omar.’”
So I had dated my first prince, but it turns out I preferred ‘Ben;’ a true prince among men.
