Gigolo date? how it works? Gigolo first date How to date with a gigolo straight first time, I am nervous with a gigolo date for the first time. After all, who on earth can imagine a woman having a date with a (straight escort) gigolo for the first time?
I am not the adventurous type. I do have plenty of fantasies and sensual desires.
Life is quite cosy to me, with my daughter I am raising on my own. But I cannot deny that I sometimes have a hallucinating dream about an imaginary man. A man who may not stay imaginary for a long time…
But how ? What do I have to say to him? Will it be clear to everyone that what we have is not an ordinary blind date? And what if we do not match and I don’t feel like going any further?
I should not have worried about all that. Because he seems to be even more conscious than I am of all possible doubts a woman may have. We explicitly discuss this topic when the ice is broken. He knows how important the first impression during the first date with a gigolo is. That single moment, that single first second determines the rest of the evening. Also in my case that first time. I immediately feel that it’s okay. And I also feel that there is no obligation. If there is no ‘click’, then it stops here. It stops without me having to justify myself for anything at all, or even without having to feel embarrassed. I can tell by the way he treats me. Cautious, refined, with utmost respect and understanding. Every woman is unique, just like every man is unique. And individual preferences need not be discussed. “No hard feelings if you just want to stick to a drink”, that’s what he wrote in his e-mail. And that’s what his appearance tells me right now as well. My Date a gigolo wears fresh Hugo-from-Hugo-Boss-, his disarming ways, his handsome looks and the gallant way in which he opens the door for me, say it all. First and foremost these impressions tell me that I will only have ‘hard feelings’ when after tonight I will realize that I should have done this much sooner.
“I think it’s great to be here with you. Everything is just a matter of perception. And of the right company!”
“Does it sometimes happen that there’s no ‘click’ and that the lady wants to stick to a drink or a dinner?” I ask him.
“That’s always possible. And it’s not a problem at all. There has to be a ‘click’ from both sides. I’m here for the lady and she decides what does or does not happen. There are no obligations whatsoever and the needs not be ashamed if she just wants to drink a glass of wine together. By the way, there are also women who are not looking for anything else. Just some company, but no sex.”.
He talks to me as if our lives have crossed in a natural way. Not a single person could suspect that I am sitting here with a gigolo. He’s just a guy whom I could have met in the city. A manwho fancies me. A gigolo who is courting me. A guy who does not expect a single thing from me, but who arouses more than thousend sensual expectations inside me.
I almost say it so fast that it becomes embarrassing. The “no!” that I shout when after a couple of hours in the trendy cafe he asks me if I prefer to go home, so that I may contact him later if I feel like it. “Or … if you don’t feel like being alone yet, we could still go somewhere else if you like. To have another drink or something”.
“Or something”… I don’t want to have a drink. I want the ‘or something’. He can tell by my shy smile and answers my naughty look with even naughtier eyes. With the elegance of a real gentleman he walks me outside.
“This is a cosy place to have a drink”, he says about the lobby of a nice hotel in the neighbourhood.
“Or … if you prefer to be alone for a while…”
“As a matter of fact I do”, I surprise myself with my boldness.
Everything goes in a surprisingly spontaneous way. As he stands by my side in the elevator that brings us to a higher floor. As the rooms opens its door for us. As he orders a glass of wine, fills my glass and starts kissing me gently. He is attentive to every signal from my side in order to know if he can go on or should stop. But everything inside me shouts ‘oooh yes…’. And so we go on and I forget that I have ever thought about possible reasons for hesitating about the question if a first date with a gigolo could possibly become a success in every possible way.