Do you know, I have rather a weakness for men in skirts… I mean kilts of course. There’s something about the sight of a strong pair of legs clothed in socks and topped with plaid that makes me feel kind of swoony.
Not everyone can carry it off, of course and knobbly knees spoil the look somewhat, but when I see a tall, strong man wearing a kilt, I always wonder if he is going to throw me over his shoulder and run for the hills.
I’m talking about kilts this week, as a recent date involved a Burns supper celebration and elite London escorts adore events which celebrate famous poets. Poetry, the theatre, literature and opera are all subjects we love and I pride myself in my knowledge of the arts.
Interestingly, my client wasn’t actually a Scot, but an American whose grandparents had emigrated state-side in 1950s and retained fiercely proud memories of their Scottish roots. This pride they had passed on to my client and whilst in London for business, he wanted to commemorate the birthday of Rabbie Burns.
He said Burns had always loved beautiful women and therefore taking me out for a night was a fitting tribute to the Bard. He also liked my interpretation of the kilt. Mine was a little shorter than the conventional option and I had matched it with black stockings. Elite escorts in London like to dress to suit the occasion.
Haggis is an acquired taste, that’s for sure, but I certainly enjoyed the single malt we sipped on. Afterwards, my Yankee Scot told me a story about true Scotsmen and what they wear under their kilts. I couldn’t possibly comment, but let’s just say I was NOT disappointed…
