One of the things I love about my job is the wide variety of men I meet.
It’s not all about the looks. It’s not always about the clothes or money. It’s sometimes about the brains, and a lot of the time, that is attractive in itself.
I enjoy discussing politics or the current economic crisis to exercise my mind. Some clients want to have dinner and drinks and discuss current affairs or business with the company of their chosen London escorts. The model and designer dresses couldn’t be further from their minds when they took me for a fantastic meal at one of London’s finest eateries. It’s only when we return to their luxury apartments or hotel suites that they want the topic of conversation to switch from intellect to innuendo.
It’s not so much a challenge for me to discuss the world’s worries. I’m an intelligent woman, and, rarely, I don’t keep up with the news to understand what the world is up to lately, so this evening’s date with Patrick for dinner and a trip to the theatre will be a fabulous evening of insightful discussions and topical debates. Patrick doesn’t want a cheap escort, so he chooses me.
Patrick, although broadly intelligent and prone to the occasional heated exchange, is very witty and great company. He likes me to look as model-perfect as I can, with feminine beauty and subtle, girly flirting, but also to give him a genuine, unscripted run for his money.
Patrick is an intelligent and successful businessman. He is a multi-millionaire and is based in London only once or twice every six months due to his unbelievably busy schedule, which often sees him flying to Hong Kong and Dubai immediately to expand his ever-growing empire. But when he is lucky enough to have some “me-time”, he never forgets to give me a call to relax. Even if he requests my company to go shopping or have lunch, we always end up in a friendly debate. Still, we always manage to put those differences aside when we come together and are exceptionally agreeable in his beautiful London home.
So, for me, it’s not about the classic Chanel separates and hair tied in a bun, with glasses perched on the end of my nose, to look intelligent. I know I can dress to impress and still hold my own in a mental battle.
I am acutely aware that my model is designed to impress my date, but only when it’s necessary. I can be beautiful with what’s inside my perfectly plucked, dyed and made-up head, too.
