As a never fully out gay man, my relationships such as they have been, were somewhat abstracted and sex hasn’t so much taken a back seat as followed in the car behind.
As even the thought of approaching a guy from such a place became more daunting with time I thought of using the services of an escort may help with the seeming impasse. I looked and hesitated for a long time, as amongst other things, I had to deal with my own notions about seeing an escort, but eventually I listened to my instinct and arranged with Scott to see him.
The reservations and nervousness that had stalked me prior to the meeting and that was all too present as I approached his apartment, I found, sitting in his smartly appointed lounge, being defused by Scotts disarming, self-deprecating manner and such an easy conversation that it would have been difficult to imagine we had been strangers but just a short while before.
His understanding and non-judgemental manner not only dissipated my unease but made me seriously, and with some discomfort, face my own prejudiced preconceptions about escorts and their clients, of which, of course, I was now one.
From chatting, we moved to the physical, where he, with thoughtful sensitivity, and a cheeky seduction, created a really lovely experience and connection that has remained and matured over subsequent meetings.
I’m not saying there’s any magical cure to life in using an escort any more than there is seeking it from anyone, but neither is it anything like the popular cartoon image, but just an agreeable time shared by two people for those it suits.
What I would say, and all that really matters, is I consider it’s been my very good fortune to meet Scott and a real pleasure to get to know him. He's a decent fellow and a gentleman. A gentle man.
