Generally no. Not all Escorts will be offering ‚extras‘; likewise, not all men will be looking for that and will simply want some company. Not exactly ‚date like‘ either. Costs on a couple of sites I looked at ranged from $100 – $250; both hourly and nightly rates are available. Most were advertised in personal adverts in newspapers and massage parlours in Wichita. The internet explosion has eradicated most of that; a quick search online brings up a number of agencies and ladies in a state of dress and undress. No doubt there are countless other reasons why men use escorts that aren’t listed here. At the end of the day, it’s a service, like any other. why you use it is between you and the escort.
So there I was checking out the freshly baked croissants, bagels, doughnuts-with cream, jam, glazed, sprinkled with sugar, rolled in almonds, or just a slice of heavenly delicious chocolate or carrot cake? I’m spoilt for choice. Everything is good here. I really need help. I never know what to have with my coffee. I mean, why do I go through this every day. Every morning I must leave the house at 7:30 sharp, stop at a Coffee Shop for my daily torture and delight, all wrapped up in 30 minutes of pure drama before dashing off to my boring 9 to 5 at the Post Office. “I would most definitely go with the cream-filled doughnut”. I peeled my eyes away from pastries and turned to look. She was standing so close, I bumped her a little as I turned. She looked straight at me and smiled ever so softly. I was in love. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, intelligent, fantastic in bed, makes way more money than I do and enjoys watching football.
For a lot of people, the image of a prostitute is that of a bedraggled woman loitering on a street corner; far more seedy than a glossy looking lady from an escorting agency
A year into the relationship and I’m beginning to wonder If I’ll ever get used to this at all. I feel like the more serious things get, the less I’m able to deal with her doing what she does. I’m also feeling terrible because she didn’t hide the fact that she’s an escort when we started dating. At the time I didn’t care because the sex with an escort was so awesome. And that’s mostly all that we did. We would mostly hang out at her apartment which was a massage parlor and I would be fascinated by the rare paintings and artefacts that decorate the space. As time went on, however, I found myself becoming more and more uncomfortable. I felt I was falling in love with a Wichita call girl.
She tries to convince me that the job is just what she does for money but the love we share is different- the only thing that is real
How can I help but wonder how much of a good time did some of these men really have? I mean some of these gifts cost more than 5 times my monthly salary. She keeps trying to reassure me that the gifts mean nothing, that they’re just perks that come with the job. I’m such a hypocrite.
Why should she have to explain anything? Why can’t I just accept her for who she is when we are together and forget everything else? I try but it’s not that easy. A few of my friends know that she works as an escort. But they’re also still convinced that I’m just going through a phase and I’m going to snap out of it soon. They would be horrified if I told them that I was actually in love with her. It’s almost as if they don’t think someone like her is capable of love or deserves love.