Confession of a ex-escort
I have always thought that my life would be different. At least I thought that I would be a woman who had a steady job and who would be respected by other people around. But the fate turned out to be different. Nowadays I'm out of job, I do not have a family and no one respects me. So has gone wrong? You might think that I was brought up in an unfavourable family, that I was a neglected child and right now I'm a whore just because I didn't have any other choice. But I will tell you that you are wrong. I was brought up in a very good family, I love my mom and dad and I always had enough to live on. But... how to say it... I was searching for something else. I was searching for the adventures, for something that will turn my life upside down. Since my appearance has always been great - I didn't have problems with men and with anything since they presented me anything I wanted. So when I turned 19 I decided that it is time to lead a life that would be different from the one I had. This was the day I started working as an escort in Toronto. At first I was always successful and I earned a lot! Though being a Toronto escort was a hard job - I liked it a very much as I have finally found what I've been looking for. But with time passed I understand that this is nothing but a ghosty imitation of joy and happiness. Yes, you are in demand when you are young and everyone wants to be accompanied by you. But the time is a very brutal thing: you can't turn it back and you are where you are - lost and forgotten. I can't say that right now I'm out of money, vice versa I have a good apartment, a prestigious car and I have enough money to live on till the rest of my life. But I do not have friends, I do not have anyone to care about me. I did what I did and there is no point of return. But I have a confession to make: if you are young and beautiful and everything around seems dull and boring - do not seek for the adventures, do not seek for something that you will regret in the future. Believe me, there is no escort to envy and there is no whore to feel sorry for.
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