A bit over 10 days or so, I’ ve been actively corresponding with a guy who seems to have fallen for an escort.

They met in a hotel bar – as two complete strangers.  One had a motive, the other was just passing time in a foreign land. Guess which was which?

She was there to work the bar and somehow found her “mark”.   Mark had zero idea that she was a working girl and he was by no means an angel. He confessed to me that he was a normal one night stand sort of guy and had never encountered a P4P (pay for play) situation. He clearly had met his match.

Long story short they went up to his room, she hustled a fee, they did the deed, and did the deed, and did the deed…she stayed the night, they talked until the morning, she alluded to her darkside and told him she was an escort.

Months have passed and now he has become completely smitten by her and is now in a bit of dilemma.

During the short time that they have been together she’s worked less / not at all. He covered her rent, took her shopping, purchased this, spent money on that… after awhile, he began to notice that she did not value money – but rather she was completely money oriented.

Mark is now feeling as if he was being used.

I forgot to mention that he paid for her business upgrade (new website, photoshoot, new lingerie…) and marketing tools (wrote the wording on her ad) and now he feels bad because HE now feels as if he is condoning her “darkside” and would prefer that she not escort any longer.

My advice  and general rule of thumb as well as life mantra:  ”Do what makes you comfortable”.

If he no longer feels comfortable giving her money, then he should stop.

If he can no longer handle that she escorts AND she decides to continue escorting AND that makes him uncomfortable, then he should stop.

I hope I was helpful.

As I mentioned- I am back.

Initially I got back into the business to get back at Bradley. I wanted him to feel pain with a capital P when he looked on Eros and discovered my ad. Before the actual ad went up we were having battles via email and it dawned on me that he was so clueless to my feelings.

Before the actual break up there were huge amounts of tension between us. Part of me is certain that Bradley was hiding something from me. He was either cheating or cheated – or something. Hell, all that was clear was that something was wrong.

No one can understand all that I did to try to make him comfortable.  Bradley didn’t even realize it himself. I agreed to many things because I had previous contact with Hans and was led to believe that I actually cheated – in the sense that I fucked Hans- which I hadn’t. I realize now that Bradley felt threatened by Hans, perhaps even inadequate and compared my previous  interaction with Hans to my relationship with him. Dumb, my boyfriend being jealous of an old client. Does that make any fucking sense!!

I really loved Bradley with every fiber in my body and I wanted desperately to be with him because he was my love. He was my true love. So, when we got back together I was so happy and did not want to be without him in my life. Not knowing then,  I actually agreed to being on very very short leash.

I had to call him in the morning when I awoke. I had to call him before I left the house to go to work. I had to call or send an SMS him once I arrived at work. He would call me periodically through out the day – I guess to make sure I was at work. I had to call him after leaving work (before getting on the train/ cab). I had to send an SMS once I got of the train/ cab.  I had to call him once I arrived at my apartment. We would talk again before I went to sleep. He might call me during the night. If I was unavailable or unreachable for 30 minutes I should prepare for battle.

The 30 minutes rule was to make sure I wasn’t “cheating”. Can you believe it?!!! And, I went ahead with it. I did all of that with an open heart and open mind. I did not feel like a prisoner because I was getting positive responses from him. He felt comfortable and our bond was what I assumed was getting stronger. And I believed that all those demands would be temporary and would not become a part of our life. It later became embarrising as I was unable to have a life of my own and I started to resent him and started feeling like a complete asshole and I became violent at times. All because he did not understand the magnatitude of my love for him. It really bloody frustrated me.

And I couldnt talk to or share the complete story. My civi friends didnt know how we met and had no idea that I’d escorted or that Bradley was a patron. So they couldn’t understand why he and I was behaving as we were and why there was a trust issue.

I’m tired of writing right now…