My Girlfriend is an Escort
My Girlfriend is an escort.
This is a simple statement but it carries lots of information, which hits different people in various ways.
To me, the boyfriend of our subject, it means pretty much what it says. The girl I'm dating, I'm going out with, living with, and - at the moment, who knows... - intend to spend a possibly really long chunk or even the remains of my life with, is getting paid to propose sexual services to unknown third parties.
To you, anonymous reader of this online weblog, it can mean so much more. And that's why I write all this.
It can just humour you, because you can think this situation is funny, or consider it an enjoyable way to start your day by making fun out of someone's else misery. Or you fancy the perversion of tapping into someone else's life and thoughts and spy on their very moves and emotions.
Or you can be truly and honestly interested in how all this story unrolls itself, without any need for voyeurism. After all, we all have stories to tell...
Or you might find it informative, because your are one of them, or one of us. One of the pimps, one of the customers. Or one of the girls (or boys).
Either way, you wonder what the other side goes through, or what people in a similar situation experience in their day to day routine.
My Girlfriend is an escort. And one way or another, maybe like with any other profession, she and I have to deal with it. This is how it goes...