Those 6 other escorts must be doing great if they’re refusing getting paid to have a nice dinner
Not everyone is comfortable doing everything a client asks of them. And social awkwardness can be as much of a deal breaker as anything weird you want in bed.
Honestly, a lot of that is risk assessment. A fair share of their customers are mentally unwell, and a lot of those are prone to parasocial relations. They can even snap and kidnap, murder, stalk or harass their companions, or at least that is what my cousin who is an escort told me when I asked her about why she was denying a request for a dinner at a fancy restaurant.
Also, a fair share of customers who hire them to a companionship gig to an expensive place, end up getting abusive if they “fail” to “woo” their companion, who didn’t even attend with the state of mind to accept a wooing, went there as a businesses transaction.
I started working as a school bus driver a couple of years ago, and my first run was picking up a wheelchair-bound teenage girl with cerebral palsy and driving her to school. After a couple of weeks my boss called me into the office and told me that the girl’s father had called her about me. I thought I was in trouble for some reason, but my boss told me that the father had wanted to commend me just because I talked to the girl every morning like a normal person. This actually depressed me because it meant that none of the other drivers had ever talked to her for the years she’d been going to this school. It’s like the bare fucking minimum decent thing you can do for someone in a tough situation, and they couldn’t be bothered.
Unfortunately, the run was in demand because it took so long to get to her school (I’d only been given it briefly because we had so many drivers out with COVID-19) and I was soon replaced by a more senior driver - who never acknowledged the girl’s existence, as her father related to me when I ran into him at the local farmers market.
That man’s name? Joseph R. Biden
Holy shit, how old is this stripper?
That strippers name? Nancy Regan.
There are people like this all around us, an invisible sea through which we swim unknowingly. Sorrow is the human condition, but we don’t see it because most people don’t communicate it.
This is wholesome.
