I have to admit that I may have made a terrible mistake. Just like other London escorts I dreamed of marrying a rich guy. I am not going to say that this is the reason girls start to work as London escorts. But, at the same time, I have to admit many escorts in London dream of marrying rich guys. The downside of that is that most rich guys, or businessmen who like to date escorts in London, are a great deal older than the girls they date. It is one of the top reasons relationships do not last.
Unfortunately, I fell foul of the same problem. I did not even realise it, but like most of the London escorts at our escort agency, I was dreaming of marrying a rich man. Eventually, after having worked for London escorts for about five years, I met Andy. He was a lovely guy and I have to say that I thought I was madly in love with him. Now I know that I was probably more infatuated with him than in love with him. A the time, the fact that he was 25 years older than me did not trouble me.
When Andy I had been married for 6 years, he hit a bit of a milestone birthday. He turned 65 years old and for some reason that triggered something in me. All of a sudden I realised that I had left London escorts for a man who was very much older than me. Yes, I still had feelings for him. But, at the same time, I also missed my old London escorts lifestyle. Spending time with a guy who was more interested in golf than spending time shopping with me, did not any longer sound like such a great option.
It was not only Andy’s golfing addiction that turned me. I noticed that he started to treat me differently. It is hard to put your finger on when it happened, but all of a sudden I felt like he started to treat me like an errant child. I am not saying that he belittled me in public, but he did make me feel like I felt when I was working for affordable outcall escorts. I felt like I was just a bit of fun that he could stand when he did not have anything better to do in his life. In many ways, I started to lose my mojo and found myself skulking around our beautiful home.
That was the other thing. Our beautiful home started to feel as cold as Andy’s hands. The entire set up did not turn me on anymore. I used to be impressed by all of the good things we had in life, but now I wanted to be back with London escorts. I felt trapped and that did not lead me to want to spend time with Andy. I was turned on by him anymore, and when I started to notice his old man’s physical changes, I had to admit that it sort of put me off even more. Eventually I played what I like to call my “get out of jail with plenty of cash card”, and left Andy. Does that make me a gold digger? Personally, I think that I am just a woman who fell out of love with her husband. I wonder how many women do that every day?