OK I admit it, the first time she went out with me I had to pay for it. Although not a hooker she was close to it, she is what she called a paid escort. I had another big company dinner I had to go to and again no date. I actually saw her ad on a lamppost as I waited for the bus and with nothing to do as I bided my time; I read and reread her ad a hundred times. "Escorts by Nancy, need an escort call now and book a lovely friendly escort to accompany you to that function you dread. Don't go alone pick up the phone." It seemed to be talking just to me, so as the bus pulled up I jotted the number down and while I rode downtown I fantasized about the lovely Nancy.
The more I thought on it the more the idea intrigued me, after lunch, I called, getting an answer machine telling me to leave a number, and they'd get back to me. I left my cell and then tried to get it out of my mind so I could get some work done. By the time they returned my call I was already home from work and had almost given up hope. I found myself nervous as I talked to the woman on the phone yet she was very pleasant and did her best to calm me down. I told her what I was looking for and that my escort had to fit in with the parameters of a black tie business dinner. Once I paid with my credit card, I was instructed where I could pick up my 'date' for the evening.
I hate to put myself down but to be honest I would have to be called homely by anybody's standards and I realize this is the main reason I have so much trouble with women. It's not that I don't think there are women who could love an ugly man it's just I couldn't seem to find them. So here I was picking up a date I'd bought and paid for and I was still so nervous I could feel the sweat running down my spine. I met her at a bar downtown and I felt like a stupid school kid, I just hoped she couldn't hear my knees knocking.