After reflecting on my past experiences (the most recent being last Sundays afternoon delight), I now wonder
what if I turn myself into a straight male escort (strictly catering only to women) and make it a self-sustaining sideline?
Hang on, hear me out first.
Being forty, I know I may be a bit long in the tooth for this (duh). In addition, I am not in the mold of what we imagine a prototypical male escort should be tall, chiseled, and divinely endowed with six-pack abs and eight inches of man-meat so lethal it can pierce through a motorcycle helmet and blow your brains out.
No, I am not implying that I am butt ugly. On the contrary, I actually consider myself to be highly appealing (in a corporate guy kind of way) and presentable enough to be an arm candy in a party or a function (sane women with a pulse actually told me that). However, I am the first to admit that my looks has not, does not, and will not cause a ladys panties to involuntarily fall down to her ankles. The one thing going for me though (which I believe trumps whatever shortcomings I have in the Adonis meter) is "I am a giver more than a receiver." More than satisfying myself, I derive the most pleasure in pampering my partner with all forms of physical and verbal endearments. For this, I have received countless compliments, not only for my skills in the bedroom but with how I made them feel after. Some refer to it as BFE or boyfriend experience; I call it charming a woman out of her pants and making love to her body and mind.
As regards my level of fitness, Im a work in progress in the dance aerobics class that my wife coerced me to sign up for with her. This whole ongoing experience has actually taught me two things about myself - I have zero dancing skills, and Im not in the shape I want to be in. While my fitness level is something that can be fixed over time (hopefully through running instead), I will never, ever have any rhythm and I should never dance in public. Seriously, it's a public safety issue.
Lastly, as someone who runs his own modest offshore consulting business, making money out of this will not be my primary motivation. Getting paid, though, for whatever services I render to my potential clients is something that appeals to me. Heres why: my enthusiasm for the whole "casual fun" thing is beginning to wear thin. Being the gentleman that I am, I almost always shoulder the incidental costs that are part and parcel of doing the deed - the food and drinks involved in a date and, if the girl is not hosting, the room to unwind in.
Now, Im beginning to ask myself - wouldnt it be nice to be the recipient of an all-expense paid boinking? Though I know Ill be doing the hard work (which I love doing anyway), wouldnt it be something if I receive a tangible compensation for this, even if its just enough to pay for the gas that was consumed and a burger meal to go on the way home? Again, Im not really after the amount, just the act of compensation.
As a man engaged in business, I know for a fact that not one size fits all. There are different markets and there are different niches. To make this work, I know I would have to find that one small créneau, fill it, and hope for the best.
I feel dirty writing this and I am now consumed with the overwhelming need to shower and cover myself in lather. But the question still lingers - what if?
What if, diba?
Hang on, hear me out first.
Being forty, I know I may be a bit long in the tooth for this (duh). In addition, I am not in the mold of what we imagine a prototypical male escort should be tall, chiseled, and divinely endowed with six-pack abs and eight inches of man-meat so lethal it can pierce through a motorcycle helmet and blow your brains out.
No, I am not implying that I am butt ugly. On the contrary, I actually consider myself to be highly appealing (in a corporate guy kind of way) and presentable enough to be an arm candy in a party or a function (sane women with a pulse actually told me that). However, I am the first to admit that my looks has not, does not, and will not cause a ladys panties to involuntarily fall down to her ankles. The one thing going for me though (which I believe trumps whatever shortcomings I have in the Adonis meter) is "I am a giver more than a receiver." More than satisfying myself, I derive the most pleasure in pampering my partner with all forms of physical and verbal endearments. For this, I have received countless compliments, not only for my skills in the bedroom but with how I made them feel after. Some refer to it as BFE or boyfriend experience; I call it charming a woman out of her pants and making love to her body and mind.
As regards my level of fitness, Im a work in progress in the dance aerobics class that my wife coerced me to sign up for with her. This whole ongoing experience has actually taught me two things about myself - I have zero dancing skills, and Im not in the shape I want to be in. While my fitness level is something that can be fixed over time (hopefully through running instead), I will never, ever have any rhythm and I should never dance in public. Seriously, it's a public safety issue.
Lastly, as someone who runs his own modest offshore consulting business, making money out of this will not be my primary motivation. Getting paid, though, for whatever services I render to my potential clients is something that appeals to me. Heres why: my enthusiasm for the whole "casual fun" thing is beginning to wear thin. Being the gentleman that I am, I almost always shoulder the incidental costs that are part and parcel of doing the deed - the food and drinks involved in a date and, if the girl is not hosting, the room to unwind in.
Now, Im beginning to ask myself - wouldnt it be nice to be the recipient of an all-expense paid boinking? Though I know Ill be doing the hard work (which I love doing anyway), wouldnt it be something if I receive a tangible compensation for this, even if its just enough to pay for the gas that was consumed and a burger meal to go on the way home? Again, Im not really after the amount, just the act of compensation.
As a man engaged in business, I know for a fact that not one size fits all. There are different markets and there are different niches. To make this work, I know I would have to find that one small créneau, fill it, and hope for the best.
I feel dirty writing this and I am now consumed with the overwhelming need to shower and cover myself in lather. But the question still lingers - what if?
What if, diba?