Transition…Part One.

  

Before Bradley, I was an escort. Better yet, according to Gillette , I would say that I was a Call Girl / Companion/ Whore /Courtesan- and I enjoyed it. My bills were paid months in advance so I was cruising. No care in the world.  Young sexy girl about town in her Louboutin having a splendid time with her Paddington filled with cash. Then my world suddenly changed. I met Bradley. We dated and unexpectedly, we fell in love.

The first time he called it must have been early morning around 1am. Which for me is way too late. The following morning I noticed I received several calls from a very well known luxury hotel. I listened to my voice messages and heard this man rambling on the other end. He sounded like a very nice guy…but you cant base your future appointments on a nice sounding voice. I noticed that he was having a difficult time locating the phone number. I could hear him fumbling about in the background for something. Perhaps the hotel stationary? Perhaps so! He proceeds to recite the phone number and naively his hotel room number.

The Good Samaritan in me felt the need to return this gentleman’s call. My reasons were to:

• Thank him for calling and perhaps schedule a business lunch for the following day
• Gently scold him to NEVER leave his hotel room information along with his first and last name on a strangers mobile message system. Hell, I could have been a complete monster.

Bradley was surprisingly pleased that I returned his call and promised to call me when he had time- he was running late for a meeting (something that is not an unusual occurrence). Three weeks  later he calls, wondering if I remembered him.  I remembered him of course but I was more shocked that he called.  We settled on an appointment for the following weekend.

What a treat. Older gorgeous man with a slight Avant-Garde flair – think Sting with a flair like Jagger and a cock like Tommy Lee. He was wearing a slick pinstriped ala Slimane for Dior Suit. This meant he had a personality. My kind of guy.

After both our contractual obligations were fulfilled he asked me if I had time for dinner then perhaps dancing. Nostrings attached. I didn’t mind. Turned out to be a most spectacular evening. He did not try any cheep cheesy moves and I was absolutely not giving of any sort of phermonal whatever you call it. We have been inseperable ever since.

To be clear, we are NOT in some sort of sex haze. We did not engage in any sexual activities for over two weeks AFTER our intial meeting. So I concluded that our relationship is based on more then just sex. I am sure of that.

I have to get dressed now…we / he has a going away dinner to attend.  So I have to get ready.

~ by nymphalidae on April 2, 2007.