I am still looking for a man that would tame me and convince me to stick with him for the rest of my life. I don’t see that happening any soon because I have a wild imagination and I am an adventurer. I spend most of my evenings in one bar or another and sometimes head home with a random guy. However, I have stopped taking random guys home now. I prefer to hire from a male escort agency. I will tell you why I made that decision.
I had known about the existence of male escort agency for over twenty years now, but I don’t take them seriously. In fact, I sometimes see those that hire from there as time and money wasters. For a long time, I think it was just cool going to a bar, dancing and drinking to my satisfaction and then going home with any guy that was willing to walk with me out of the door.
I have been doing this for more than three years, and it has been working for me. However, like the popular saying, “every dog has its day”, I think I quickly used up my days. I don’t think I will ever forget that day in my entire life. That vivid memory playing on my head like a tape reel will certainly escort me to my grave.
It was the New Year’s Eve, and I was pretty excited and optimistic about the coming year. From a tender age, dad always took us out to celebrate the New Year with other families, so it has become part of me. That night I drank so hard that my head began to spin but I wasn’t off my senses just yet.
I have never drunk that much before, but there was this guy I met in the bar who motivated me to keep drinking because he kept paying for more. He was a really cool guy, tall, slim and well-built and had nice cologne. He was the kind of guy that every girl would secretly admire. He was also very playful and funny, and we kept enjoying ourselves waiting for the clock to wind down so that we will join others outside to watch the fireworks and flamboyant display.
I had become tipsy by the time the clock hit 12:00 am, and he allowed me to lean on him as we went outside to join the others. There were loud cheers and more celebration. I was getting cold and asked him if he could follow me home. He agreed.
We chatted and laughed more as we walked to my place which was a fifteen minutes’ walk. When I got home, I took off my clothes and went to shower. I am normally free around guys and wouldn’t mind getting nude. Immediately I came out of the shower he pounced on me. I tried to push him away, but he overpowered me. It was a terrible experience, the kind of experience I would not wish for my enemy.
I was crying as he carried me to bed and spent the night on the couch. In the morning, he apologised. I forgave him and promised not to press charges. He thanked me and left. That was the last I heard or saw him. If not for that incident, I was sure that I would have loved to spend more time with him and have sex with him. I was not in the mood that night, but he was impatient.
Many days later when I sat down and thought about the action, I knew it would have been worse if I was with a terrible person. I thought of the possibility that I might just take a murderer or a robber home and the realisation of my carefree life and how I might be digging my own grave dawned on me.
For the first time, I thought of the safety of male escort agency in comparison to my style. When I hire from a male escort agency, I would certainly be sure of the identity of the person I am with, and if anything should go wrong, I was sure that it would be easier to trace him unlike when I was dealing with a random stranger.