For those of you who haven't read the previous post:
I am a 40+ year old introverted divorcee who doesn't know sh*t about making friends. (More on that later, but to stay focused) I live near a big city, Work associates have pegged me as serious, quiet and no fun. I never get invited out with them. I go to church (actually a Kingdom Hall for those who know what that means. Everyone else knows what church means so that's the word I'll use.) regularly but have not found friendship there (Yes, that's a story too . . . Focus) A deep and long lasting case of depression left me uncaring about the lack of friends, family and associates, anyone who cares a flip about me.
(Hang on a sec, I thought this was about Escorts! -- Getting to that now.)
So I figure, let me talk to someone who knows how to fake friendship. Who does this well? (Bing, Bing Bing, Bing, Bing) Yup you guessed it. Escorts. Not the garden variety escorts, the really high end ones. They are pleasant, smooth and self assured. They have to be as they may find themselves in a Bentley, Private Jet or Penthouse (I wasn't referring to the website, though that might be the case as well.)
So I start combing the internet and come up with this site: eros dot com
It seemed professionally put together and well organized. There were too many to count in the city where I live and I start flipping through the pages. Most are ones that just want to picture their assets and that's not what I wanted. I found a couple of very high end escorts that in their website indicate they are only interested in very exclusive clients of a certain age and station in life. That means NOT ME. It's not that I am poor but just firmly middle class.
I came across a couple of escorts that I checked out. But anyone who knows anything about booking an escort (and even those who don't) will quickly realize that the it is essential to check the reviews of anyone. References came up poor on several of the ones in the lower range (200 - 300). Then I start looking at the really high end - for a lark. I found Avery. Did you hear the choir? If not you either 1. Are not a man, 2. Are not heterosexual or 3. Don't know Avery.
She didn't list the price on the eros site but did reference her web page: playwithavery dot com
So I read along about this goddess through her pages. The site is expansive and even hosts a blog she keeps current about her musings. She is a very well read, articulate intellectual who has a deep and abiding interest in human sexuality. She charges for her time: $1,800 for a 2 hour engagement. But I was hooked by the time I made it to that page.
So I email her to set up a date and slowly, expertly she leads me down the path:
1. I can't drive there (suburbs where I live,) you have to drive into the city. (So I look at it on the map and decide OK)
2. I don't do Saturdays, can we meet during the day, (So I book vacation time so I could handle a mid day meeting)
3. You have to tell me where you work or we can talk about it when we meet: (Hmmmm, I'll tell you later I say)
4. If you don't tell me where you work, I can't screen you, and you have to send me $600 cash in the mail for an introductory meeting in a public place. (Whoa!)
My goddess what the hell! Nonstarter. I suggest an alternative; now my emails are bouncing off her mail server. I really think it was angelic protection that kicked in here. What an idiotic thing I was about to do.
Is this the first time a guy was led to lunacy by his privates? Hell no!
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