foreplay.

First, let's talk about the little dalliances before I actually became a full throttle escort.

Before ever thinking of myself as a prostitute, I became a sort of kept woman. At least, that's what I always wanted to be. I was probably just being duped by a couple guys who knew this game better than I.

Fairly well-off men would wine and dine me, fly me, pay for a little rent here and there.

À l'époque, I was seeing a British executive. He was a nice enough man who loved to talk about his new projects, his new spirituality, his friends...He liked to talk a lot about him. And when we weren't talking about him he'd ask prying questions into my life.
It wasn't the fact that he asked questions that bothered me. Everyone is curious. But it always seemed that one day my answers would turn up in a book or a television series one day. That type of prying.

He was fond of w(h)ining and dining and to be honest, outside of bedtime activities, we didn't do much else. For me, it was a total bore. No shopping sprees. No extravagant vacations. No incredible experiences that I would look back on fondly. On top of that, he was stingy with money.

He was the first man to make me feel like a prostitute. Every other time I saw him, I would get a bit of cash, but never really enough to cover me for the month. It felt like the money was for the act, not for my well-being.

We parted ways as I guess my desired amount didn't match his. And some guys just aren't worth the trouble.

But he taught me that men, perhaps more importantly European men, are interested in one thing. Most don't understand the concept of an "arrangement." They don't need to when an hourly price can be set for whatever type of woman, man, or transvestite they may desire.

Arrangements are for the birds.

I've moved on to greener, more dewey pastures. Of course, it's more desirable to have one or two guys who can please you in more ways than one. But if one man leaves, you often end up broke. And I'm done playing that game.

That's not to say that I'm not playing more games now...I'm just finished with that particular one.

Life lesson: You can't rely on one man to do it all for you.

How many escorts stumble upon the profession like this? If you're reading this post and you have a story, I'd like to read it. Post it in the comments.