The last couple of years have been really difficult for me. I met this wonderful man but after he found that I worked for an elite London escorts service, he broke up with me. He said that it did not have anything to with the fact that I worked for London escorts. It had to do with the fact that I had not told him that I was a member of an elite charlotte action escorts agency. I could have kicked myself for what happened, and to be honest, I am still kicking myself.
Most of the time, I manage to hide the fact that I work for London escorts from my boyfriend. I guess that it has something to do with the fact that my relationships with my boyfriends do not last that long. Sure, they are special to me, but so far I have not been able to find Mr Right outside of London escorts. That was until I met Andy. I met him on a open day at a local golf course when I was helping my friend who runs the bar. Before I knew it, we were an item and going out on a regular basis.
Andy was not like the other guys I had met during my London escorts career. He was a professional person and took every word I said as gospel. In other words, he believed me when I told him I worked in a club in London. It was my usual cover story. It is very rare for any girl from a London escorts to a man she does work as an escort. Most men run a mile or they just want to go out with you because you are an escort in London.
When we had been going for a few months, I think that Andy started to become a bit curious. I caught him looking at all of th designer handbags which I had lined up on the top shelves in my wardrobe. It was obvious that a girl working in a club in London would not really be able to afford all of those bags. I should have hidden them or sold them, but I did not think that my bags would give away my London escorts career. He started to ask me questions how I could afford my nice clothes and flat in London.
Sitting at my dressing table putting my mascara on, I started to feel kind of guilty. I was not sure how to answer. Feeling more and more stressed, I soon burst out in tears and told him all about my London escorts career. He listened to what I had to say, and did seem to believe me. However, I could tell from the look on his face that he was not happy about it. That was the last time I saw Andy. He called me up a couple of days later and told me that our relationship was over, and he would not see me again. If I would have told him from the start, he said that he may have felt different about the entire situation. I have to admit that I think about Andy every day when I wake up and often cry.