Mr Male Escort

34 years old; 6ft 1; Italian; dark; handsome; suave; a professional!!!

I'm an actor, model and ex-dancer, very confident with a great sense of humour. I have a passion for photography and am also an expert in Indian massage and yoga.

I'm well educated and well travelled with a wide range of interests and am comfortable holding a conversation with anyone and am always considerate towards other people.

Mr Male Escort's photos were very appealing! Think Mickey Rourke in 9 and half weeks, jet black hair, white shirt, black and white image, athletic and muscular...similar to internet dating shots, I wondered what he would look like in the non air brushed light back in the real world?

The Rendezvous!

Not exactly a date, but a rendezvous arranged over the internet no less, with a gentleman who is essentially, himself for hire! I have often had lengthly debates about the male psyche and the engagement of prostitutes or high class escorts. My theory stands that men who hire women in this capacity do so for power reasons "hire and fire" they pay they play! And although I don't like the commodisation of a liaison like this, I do understand why men do it, or at least I think I do. And let's face it, the sex industry is big business, even in this recession, the pink pound is peaking! The boundaries are set from the outset there's none of the games and he gets want he wants sex, the girlfriend experience, company, to be intimate with a gorgeous girl, to do the raunchy or kinky things that maybe his wife, girlfriend isn't in to or simply to feel good, accepted, less lonely, less frustrated.

So I call Mr Male Escort and leave a message. He promptly calls me back. His voice has an Italian lilt, deep and sexy. I feel very nervous, silly and wonder if he thinks I'm some desperate housewife or a real minger!!! I mean, I tell you, paying for sex or company, oh par-lease? I tell him I would like to book him for 1 hour for cocktails. We agree all the details, he is very business like and professional, with a flirty, re-assuring edge. Mr Male Escort tells me I have a sexy voice and that he is looking forward to meeting me and getting to know me better. Yikes! I just want to talk is that 'pc' in male escort circles?

I arrive at the cocktail bar early and sink a margherita...I feel extremely nervous. I have dressed up, heels, black skirt, blouse and a raincoat...I actually feel a bit like an escort myself which is bonkers! I start to wonder if the bar staff will know! Mr Male Escort walks in...he is very tall...very dark...very handsome and suave...suave..suave! He does look like his photos. Bingo! He is wearing a pinstripe suit...black shirt...shiny black shoes...he looks good...but he also has a ruck sack with him...it doesn't compliment this otherwise stylish outfit and I can't help wondering what on earth is in it!!!??? Sex toys? Massage oil? An array of outfits..a uniform..a fireman...leathers??? Strange!

Mr Male Escort looks over at me, I raise my eye brows and grin in a very uncool, 'golden retriever finding a ball kind of wet grin sort of way', yes it's me I'm the booking!!! He kisses me on both cheeks in a way that appears like we already know each other. This guy is good. I offer to get him a drink and he calmly tells me to stay put and he will of course organise drinks at the bar. Funny really I'm paying but he is acting the gentlemen! He returns I now feel hideously silly!I feel as though I need to explain myself to him, as to why I would need or want to book a male escort. Clearly I cannot divulge it's for research or that I'm a blogging queen! So I tell him that I'm single and it's the first time I've done this and I fancied finding out more about it! I want to know more about him. Why a good looking, articulate, intelligent and young guy is doing this for a living.

Mr Male Escort tells me he is an aspiring actor, a former dancer and escorting makes ends meet and then some for the time being. He has a niche of regular rich clients, not to mention a handful or maybe just over a handful of couples that he "servicies" from time to time. Fascinating stuff I'm mesmerised by his tales. He tells me about one couple in particular who are very rich and have a boat in Southampton...Mr Male Escort attends parties on this boat and basically the husband enjoys watching Mr Male Escort with his wife!!! What's that about???

I think we've established that I just fancy a good natter and I hope I am making it clear that extra services off the male escort menu are not on the horizon.

Mr Male Escort has not raised the issue of payment and I am unsure of when and how this should be done, discreetly no less. We finish our drinks and Mr Male Escort suggests we head on for dinner...I get a bit a caught up in the moment, and before I know it we are sat in an Indian restaurant sharing a curry! How bizarre! He is great company and I feel relaxed and I am enjoying our conversations which span a wide range of subjects. Literature, travel, theatre, politics...Mr Male Escort has got it covered!

The bill comes and I pay it obviously and reality hits me about the situation. And I think it's time for me to depart this date before the rucksack is revealed!!! Mr Male Escort tells me he would like to see me again and not in this capacity. Funny really...we hit it off well and beneath the tales and trysts of his colourful life is a guy who like all of us probably just wants to find somone special, get his acting career off the ground and be done with the massages by the hour!

In the taxi home, I giggle to myself, I feel like this date should remain my secret. I feel like a child that has been a little biut naughty and hopes she won't get caught! I can see why men do this. It's thrilling...exciting...straightforward and you are made to feel amazing, providing you can pay! Mr Male Escort never did ask me for his hourly rate, maybe he just wanted a mate. Still searching but increasingly unsure if the internet is the answer, maybe I should order a pizza and see if the delivery guy does it for me??? Extra pepperoni anyone!

Fuck or Marry?

I had an interesting conversation with a colleague today and she said to me "there are some men you fuck and some men you marry - it's a simple as that." Her comment took me by surprise as she sat there 8 months pregnant, blooming and glowing and the irony of her statement hung in the air, like the elephant in the room, the comment not her I hasten to add! She said quite blatantly men adopt this theory...women that are shaggable and women that are marriage material and why in hell shouldn't we do the same.

It got me thinking though...my ex husband was definitely in the "fuck" category and I obviously made the mistake and married him as well! The boyfriend before him, who I was engaged to, so I nearly nailed it, was cetainly of the men you marry camp. But why do women have to settle for the more sensible, stable, solvent man as our "happy ever after" and leave the white knuckle ride of your life in the fantasy bank? Maybe I'm better off staying single? She seemed so sure of her theory, that there are the men you want to fuck and the men you should marry and it's as cut and dry as that, that I had to explore this concept.

She told me her husband is not her normal type of man...shorter, less handsome, more laid back and socially well rounded but never going to set the room alight with charisma or charm, and very unemotional. But practical, reliable and her best friend.

Now my parents have been together for over 40 years, they met on a factory floor in 1962 and my mother says she saw my father and it was a thunderbolt moment. He says the same. Four children later, four grandchildren later than that and hey many bumps in the long road along the way, they are still really in love. I guess I aspire to that thunderbolt, fairytale, besotted, intoxicating, overwhelming, all consuming desire, lust, love, laughter with your soul mate? Isn't that the REAL DEAL? It's funny this internet dating because it encourages one to categorise, tick boxes...smoker/non smoker...joker...non joker...drinker...non drinker...thinker..non thinker...fitty? fatty? divorced? debauched? rich man..poor man...beggar man..thief? I mean what is the answer...how do I find Mr Right? Can he be found on a questionnaire? What ever happened to eyes meeting across a crowded room and BANG! Falling head first into Hook, line and sinker love? Romantism...passion...excitement...anticipation...and the longing and the connection...togetherness...soulmate. You know the thing, some people say they just knew the second they met their partner. Others are growers...at first meeting there can be a total dislike or perhaps indifference and then slowly potential peeps over the fence and says he's a Mr Maybe! The romantic in me really hopes and dreams for the thunderbolt but as the dates continue maybe I need to listen to the very pregnant and very fabulous friend who has it sussed...and I need to determine which of men I date are the fuck and run and more importantly which ones I am supposed to marry...still searching and under a new category called BORING BLOKE!!!