As much as I hate to admit it, I fell in a love with an escort. My brain knows it’s unreasonable, that she is spending time with me as part of a financial agreement, but my heart doesn’t care.
I can’t say I’m the type of person that falls easily in love. I’m 40 years old and it happened maybe 5 times to me, including this one. The other 4 happened before I was 25 and I never had sex with any one of them. I have been in a relationship for the past 12 years with the same woman, 8 of which living together. She is an amazing person, I have a lot of respect for her, but the relationship has evolved from friends, to friends with benefits, to a relationship. I love her, to a certain point (I don’t think I’d take a bullet for her), but I can’t say I’ve ever fallen in love with her despite her numerous qualities. Physically, she wasn’t really my type, but enough for things to work at the beginning. Over time, our sex life has become quasi nonexistent (at best, once a month for the past 3 years) and I admit that for the last year I haven’t found her physically attractive. However I admire her, we barely ever fight and I’m pretty confident she loves me very much.
Anyways, at some point I started seeing escorts to get that sex life I wasn’t having, but also just so I could be with amazingly beautiful young women. Not really for the GFE thing. I’ve read somewhere that men in relationships seek PSE style escorts whereas bachelor men see GFE type escorts. I don’t know if it is generally true or not, but it was my case.
And then, last month, I met her. The GFE amongst GFE. I was really impressed with that meeting. It was perfect. The GFE attitude, the looks, the sex, the whole thing. The woman of my dreams. Squared. But she was on a tour and although I tried, did not manage to meet her again before she left. So I spent the next few weeks thinking of her. When she came back, I immediately booked her. And again. And again. And again. After my 5th meeting, I told her I would have to slow down seeing her because I was starting to develop feelings for her. I saw her again 3 days later, just before the end of her tour, and that was tipping point. You might’ve noticed from my second paragraph that until her, I had never had sex with a woman I was in love with. So that 6th meeting was for this 40 year old man a truly intense, amazing and unique experience.
Since then, I’ve been thinking (and fantasizing) about her daily (I do think I would take a bullet for her). I’ve been questioning even more the status quo of my current relationship – and life. Now that I have tasted the bliss of lovefull sex (even if true feelings are only one-sided, the other side being an Oscar-winning performance), how can I forget the whole thing and go on with my “sad” life? I wish I could just run away with her, marry her and father a few children (my current gf doesn’t want any, but I would like some with the right woman).
But of course, why would a young woman half my age want to “run away” with me? I’m well off, but I’m not a millionaire. And even if by some miracle she did, what would be the chances of that relationship lasting? My brain keeps telling me I’m only in a love with the superposition of my dreamgirl over an escort who happens to play that part really well, not with who she really is. My heart doesn’t care. Now I’m poisoned. I don’t even feel like seeing other escorts now (ironic; I’m not faithful to my gf, but I am to an escort). How could I leave this woman who loves me and has been so good to me? I hate the idea of bringing her pain and I fear that once reality sets in I will regret it and end up alone.
I know I’m neither the first nor the last person this happens too (details asides). Any advice, thoughts or past experiences would be appreciated from all sides of the equations (customers and escorts).
PS: I am aware the “fall in love” thing doesn’t last, that you are supposed to work on a relationship and that that is real love… but that is of no help to me right now and at the end of the day, there is a reason why our brains go amuck every once in a while: get things started. And while it lasts, it is as real as the keyboard I’m using to type this message.
PPS: I probably should mention a few extra things. I’m not conceited enough to think of myself as a valiant knight who would “save her” from a lifestyle she chose and clearly enjoys nor do I believe partners should be telling their spouses what they can or cannot do. Although I’m not the jealous type, I’m pretty sure I would at the very least have difficulty handling her day job in the long run (not that this matters considering she most likely does not think about me outside of our meetings).
I can’t say I’m the type of person that falls easily in love. I’m 40 years old and it happened maybe 5 times to me, including this one. The other 4 happened before I was 25 and I never had sex with any one of them. I have been in a relationship for the past 12 years with the same woman, 8 of which living together. She is an amazing person, I have a lot of respect for her, but the relationship has evolved from friends, to friends with benefits, to a relationship. I love her, to a certain point (I don’t think I’d take a bullet for her), but I can’t say I’ve ever fallen in love with her despite her numerous qualities. Physically, she wasn’t really my type, but enough for things to work at the beginning. Over time, our sex life has become quasi nonexistent (at best, once a month for the past 3 years) and I admit that for the last year I haven’t found her physically attractive. However I admire her, we barely ever fight and I’m pretty confident she loves me very much.
Anyways, at some point I started seeing escorts to get that sex life I wasn’t having, but also just so I could be with amazingly beautiful young women. Not really for the GFE thing. I’ve read somewhere that men in relationships seek PSE style escorts whereas bachelor men see GFE type escorts. I don’t know if it is generally true or not, but it was my case.
And then, last month, I met her. The GFE amongst GFE. I was really impressed with that meeting. It was perfect. The GFE attitude, the looks, the sex, the whole thing. The woman of my dreams. Squared. But she was on a tour and although I tried, did not manage to meet her again before she left. So I spent the next few weeks thinking of her. When she came back, I immediately booked her. And again. And again. And again. After my 5th meeting, I told her I would have to slow down seeing her because I was starting to develop feelings for her. I saw her again 3 days later, just before the end of her tour, and that was tipping point. You might’ve noticed from my second paragraph that until her, I had never had sex with a woman I was in love with. So that 6th meeting was for this 40 year old man a truly intense, amazing and unique experience.
Since then, I’ve been thinking (and fantasizing) about her daily (I do think I would take a bullet for her). I’ve been questioning even more the status quo of my current relationship – and life. Now that I have tasted the bliss of lovefull sex (even if true feelings are only one-sided, the other side being an Oscar-winning performance), how can I forget the whole thing and go on with my “sad” life? I wish I could just run away with her, marry her and father a few children (my current gf doesn’t want any, but I would like some with the right woman).
But of course, why would a young woman half my age want to “run away” with me? I’m well off, but I’m not a millionaire. And even if by some miracle she did, what would be the chances of that relationship lasting? My brain keeps telling me I’m only in a love with the superposition of my dreamgirl over an escort who happens to play that part really well, not with who she really is. My heart doesn’t care. Now I’m poisoned. I don’t even feel like seeing other escorts now (ironic; I’m not faithful to my gf, but I am to an escort). How could I leave this woman who loves me and has been so good to me? I hate the idea of bringing her pain and I fear that once reality sets in I will regret it and end up alone.
I know I’m neither the first nor the last person this happens too (details asides). Any advice, thoughts or past experiences would be appreciated from all sides of the equations (customers and escorts).
PS: I am aware the “fall in love” thing doesn’t last, that you are supposed to work on a relationship and that that is real love… but that is of no help to me right now and at the end of the day, there is a reason why our brains go amuck every once in a while: get things started. And while it lasts, it is as real as the keyboard I’m using to type this message.
PPS: I probably should mention a few extra things. I’m not conceited enough to think of myself as a valiant knight who would “save her” from a lifestyle she chose and clearly enjoys nor do I believe partners should be telling their spouses what they can or cannot do. Although I’m not the jealous type, I’m pretty sure I would at the very least have difficulty handling her day job in the long run (not that this matters considering she most likely does not think about me outside of our meetings).