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A New York Escorts Confessions
M
So there I was fresh from a yoga class and ready for one of the killer sandwiches and flawless capuccinos that The Grey Dog Cafe does so well. Just as I was stepping inside I had…a sense. I don’t know what it was exactly. But I knew I had to turn around.
There he was on the other side of the door. M. That beautiful, quirky, charming and awkward guy I met in December—at the other cafe in The Village. The war photographer guy. Who was exactly as beautiful, quirky, charming and awkward as I remembered him. My knees started shaking.
“Hi…”
“Hi”
“M”
“Alexa”
“… so do you go to all the Village coffee shops?”
“Yeah. I got a bum job.” He smiled his lopsided smile.
Then we said at the same time, “You never called.” “I never called.”
“I know. I suck. Sorry. I was away.”
“Oh. Me too actually.”
“Darfur?”
“Haiti”
Right. The elections. Something about one of Aristide’s former allies getting elected. The elections had been contested. The guy who was elected had been president before. What the hell was his name? Why couldn’t I think of any specifics on Haiti?! what was the matter with me?!
“Can I treat you to a coffee?” he said, interrupting my panic attack.
“Oh. Aren’t you just coming out though?”
“Oh. Does that mean you don’t want to?”
“No no. I mean yes. I mean—coffee. Would be great.”
So there I was having a coffee with a man I had secretly been thinking about for the past couple of months. And I was in an ancient oversized sweater thrown over my yoga clothes. Wearing no make-up. With my hair up in a messy ponytail. I was praying he would somehow find it within him think the non-look cute.
Weirdly we didn’t talk too much about his job. We talked about—marriage if you can believe it. He had been married once but had been divorced for ten years. His ex-wife now lived in France. He started telling me about what he thought went wrong.
“The thing is we were always around people who were accomplished. Some of them famous. And she felt insecure, you know? Like she had nothing to offer herself. And she was just so wrong about it. Because she did. Everyone adored her.”
“Including you.”
“Of course. She was my wife”
“…sounds like you’re still in love with her.”
“Oh no. No. We’re good friends now. It’s an important relationship. But,” He looked down at the napkin on his lap. “I’ve got my eye on someone else.” He looked up quickly at me and then down again. It was a flash of an utterly naked look. I felt flushed. And I couldn’t get rid of the goofy smile spreading all over my face.
M handed me another card as we were leaving. “I’d love to see you again Alexa.”
“Me too. Yes.”
He grabbed my hand. Then shook it. Then kissed. Then blushed, pushed up his glasses, and was gone.
It was perfect.
I thought about him all the way home. How unique looking he was. How confident but bumbling too. The spark of his intelligence and thoughtfulness.
But there was something also about the way he talked. “We were always around people who were accomplished…” M was clearly a guy at the top of his game. He didn’t have to say it. I just knew. So as soon as I got home I did what any gal would do. I Googled him.
Oh. My. God. He’s won a slew of fancy awards.
Jesus. I am never calling him. Ever.
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He's a middle-aged guy picking up on younger women who can't possibly match him in experience and "accomplishments" so they'll naturally have to look up to him and admire him.
Posted by Moonlighting Escort on Mar 3 09:28PMAnd? Alexa...dont let his accomplishments and awards scare you. They dont mean anything. A person could have nobel prizes, pulitzer prizes, whatever. But those awards cant define a person. They cant tell what kind of person they are in the inside. And from the story you just told, this guy sounds like a really nice guy. I mean, he asked you for coffee when you were just you, and not the fancy, dressed up you. Which means, he doesnt like put-together Alexa, he likes the real Alexa. I think you should give it a chance. Even you said, "and I couldn’t get rid of the goofy smile spreading all over my face." Which makes me think you kinda like him too. Why not give it a chance? Why not follow your heart and see where it takes you to?
Posted by David on Mar 4 11:24PMI dont belive that you are a 20 something year old girl who works as an escort.
You should call him. If you like him, why pass up the chance? Who knows what might happen?
Posted by Diane on Mar 5 10:41PMFor god's sake call him! And then share all the butterflies-in-stomach wonderfully sweet details!
Posted by kat on Mar 6 04:45AMCall him; you just never ever know where it may lead. Probably a good idea to be a tinsy bit honest with him about your profession.
Just remember you too are at the top of your game *smile*
Hello Alexa,
Life is meant to be lived to the fullest. Go on and call him and find out mores about each other. You will never know where it may lead to. Just like riding a bicycle you may fall a couple of times and scrape your knees but after that you will be able to have exhilarating rides to many new and wounderful places. If he is half the person he is suppose to be he will accept you as you are.
Good luck and best wishes.
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Not calling him might be a good idea. He is an investigative journalist. Do you really think you are going to keep your life secret very long? If you do call him, I recommend you tell him what you do for a living and get it out of the way. Maybe you'll get lucky and he will want to rescue you :P
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