Company, conversation and intimacy, in whatever measure you decide.
Discretion, respect, and a conversation that gets well past the weather. Dinner, an evening built around you, or something more intimate. You decide the shape of it, and you decide the speed.
Someone across the table who listens, thinks with you, and does not glaze over the moment the subject moves past the weather. Philosophy, history, the trip you keep not booking. There is room for all of it.
Attention, time, an evening arranged around you, and none of the admin that usually comes attached to a man.
Doubts about your body, your experience, or what you do and do not dare. All very human. Nothing here is judged, and nothing moves faster than you want it to.
We agree beforehand what that is and where the line sits. Consent is not a formality here, it is the starting point.
An evening you can plan, rather than a coin toss on who turns up after three messages and a promising photograph.
Sometimes it really is that straightforward. You do not owe anyone an explanation, least of all me.
People search for a male escort, a gigolo, a companion. The words vary. What they are looking for rarely does.
Most women book an hour and a drink first, in a public place of their choosing, and ask every question they have. Some of them book nothing afterwards. That is a perfectly good outcome.
I was nervous, but he was so easy to talk to that the nerves were gone before I noticed them going.
Marleen, 36
