You know that feeling you get when you are going for an important interview, and your head spins, your palms get sweaty, and Goosebumps flood your skin. You are asking yourself, “Am I ready?” That was exactly how I felt until I hired a London male escort.
I have heard so much about London male escort. They have a reputation for awesomeness, but I used to dismiss it with a wave of the hand as mere talks. Sasha and Sarah are two of my friends I try to avoid because they have said so much about London male escort that it has become nagging to my ears.
Sasha will meet me in the morning and be like, “I hired this dude, and he was so cute”. She will then go ahead to describe him in details from the colour of his hair to the type of shoe he wore on his foot.
Sarah is worse. She talks all day about the places they visited up to how he fed her with ice-cream. She makes the description so vivid that you can almost visualise it – and that gets me jealous sometimes.
I never thought I would one day use a London male escort until a day before my interview. After leaving the university, I wasn’t so lucky to land a good job. I got myself busy working in restaurants, and a few times I did babysitting. An opening came up recently, and I decided to give it a shot.
I picked up and polished my CV and sent it out. I was particularly thrilled the day I got an invite for an interview. It was a great deal because it was an interview for my dream job. I promised myself that I would get it. I searched the Internet and consumed every material I could find on the company.
No matter the number of materials I consumed, I still felt like something was lacking. I always felt like I was not ready. As the day for the interview drew nearer, my anxiety spiked. I would hold a book and discover that my hands were shaking visibly. At some point, I thought I was going to be sick. I did feel nauseated sometimes.
I told Sarah about it, and she felt sorry but had no clue on how to help. She advised me to go to the hospital, but I refused. The stench of drugs and disinfectants in the hospital always makes a mild illness worse for me. On second thought, I imagined what will happen if the doctors insist that I should stay a few days. I may miss my interview if that happens. I concluded that if I must visit the hospital, it has to be after my interview.
When I told Sasha about it, she teased that I should hire a London male escort. I was furious at first because of how she often makes light of serious situations. I actually ended the call and waited for her to call back and apologise, but she didn’t.
I brooded in anger for a few hours. As my anger faded, the thought of hiring a London male escort became stronger, and at a certain point, I decided to hire. Anything that could be a solution to my anxiety was worth a try.
The process of hiring a London male escort is fluid I must confess. It was evening, and in a few hours, he was already in my house. Having companion in such a tense situation was calming. I didn’t waste time to pour out my heart to him.
His reaction was amusing but worked. He told me to sit down. Picked up random materials and asked me questions. When I got about seven of them correctly, he told me in a firm voice that I was ready.
He led me to the room and made me lie down on my back then he began to run his hands all over my back and shoulders. He did it so well that I began to wonder if he was a therapist. As he massaged, he said words that boosted my confidence.
When I stepped up for the interview the next day, all the confidence peep talk from that escort rang in my head and kept my voice steady.