Sometimes life is really strange. The sex business is an activity that was not affected by the economic downturn rather, paradoxically, for one reason or another, it is now overwhelmingly a topic on everyone's lips
i. The absence of a crisis is probably due to the fact that demand is still very high and its growing market: young people's first experience, men and women want to change when they want and never give up, unhappy husbands, Adonis, lost, claiming that male a role of power, or perhaps only, escape, intrigue, the game. One Saturday evening, a few months ago, me and my friend Angelique and Estelle were at a party in a friend's house downtown to celebrate a milestone in professional style. By the time I was thinking of leaving, tired, bored and alone, Estelle was flirting with the brother of the landlord and was Angelique already come together, I approached a boy, Eric, 31, from the physical sculpture with an excuse so commonplace that even memories. After a chat
disengaged, the argument has fallen on the job. He candidly confessed to the ' escort. Seeing startled and not a little doubtful that it did not understand was quick to point out ironically: "But I'm not in service." Since, however, was an amiable and amusing conversationalist I have willingly accepted the invitation to take a cappuccino the next day. In the mood for secrets I learned that Sunday morning and some pleasant meeting next thing could push a guy like to do the tour: "I'm a fan of blind dates . I like to know to not be alone. I do not try different partner every night. But when I meet, I understand now where you're going to end, 9 out of 10 want to, and therefore I get there as soon as possible and then go home. Maybe because I can talk to someone who is more connected with the person that I just had sex. "
I knew immediately that he was referring to me. For some 'time, in fact, had the peculiar habit of calling me at night when they belonged. The physical pleasure, but above all, character. Then I could not help but wonder: what the external conditions (work, religion, political ideology, social status, height, length) can affect something as it should be unconditional love?
In the case of Eric, it would be unthinkable to imagine it as a companion, accustomed as it is, with his style, to put at ease the person who is with him, to believe that you are finding them very well, that makes it feel unique sensations when, very often, is thinking only about what's missing in the refrigerator.
Watching him, one might have thought he had everything: beauty, charm, elegance, savoir-faire , acquaintances fine (the same "knowledge" occasional, according to Florent, people like Eric really hate) ... instead was simply a guy who only wanted to talk to friends, hang out with or were part of his life. He was a man who could no longer separate from the mechanism of fiction in which, unwittingly, he found himself increasingly coivolto.
One night I realized I wanted to make love to me, perhaps for the first time, perhaps for the last. While returning home in a taxi I was thinking about how the experiences of our lives are like so many indelible tattoos. And, although they continue to find hilarious to have said no to a escort, at that moment, I realized that I wanted to try his own feelings. Love has no time. I expect myself that I would not have left to use, even mentally. I did not say no to 'escort , I said no man. I had said no to his work, I said no to his heart.
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