If there is one way in which I am a stereotypical man, (there are many more, I’m sure), it lies with my hatred for shopping. It’s one thing when I looking for something specific for myself such as new shirt for work or a new pair of trainers for the gym, but my loathing reaches a whole new level when it comes to gift shopping for someone else. On this particular occasion it was nearing my sisters birthday and yet again I had no idea what to get for her. We are grown ups for goodness sake, we just buy anything that we need or something that takes our fancy for ourselves. Anyway I was visiting with this 24-hour escort who was a similar age to my sister so I was pushing her for ideas.
Obviously it’s even harder for someone who has never met the receiver of the gift but together we settled on the idea of a scarf. My sister was pretty stylish and fashionable so I figured some kind of accessory like this was a good shout. The problem was I had no idea where to even start looking for a suitable scarf. It didn’t take much persuading to convince my 24-hour escort to come with me so she re-arranged her schedule slightly and we headed out to the high street. Shopping with a stunning lady on your arm isn’t half as bad, and I got the feeling a lot of the sad boyfriends waiting outside of changing rooms were more than a little jealous of the beauty on my arm. We had fun, we flirted and the fact that we both knew the shopping trip would end back in my hotel room made the whole thing heated and electric.
