My girlfriend and I met in the summer of 2015 at a certain nightclub in London. By then, she was a student in one of the universities in London while I was a real estate agent. I still am and I mainly work and operate within London. I was twenty nine then and she was twenty three. After a fun-filled night, we moved to my apartment for a night cap. After a few drinks were poured, our mouths became loose and words got poured. It was then that she told me that she had been working as a London escort in order to make ends meet. This did not bother me at all mostly because I grew up in a very liberal part of London where escorts were viewed and treated just like every other normal person and not like some sort of social pariahs who were promiscuous. After our night together, we parted ways and after exchanging phone numbers, we agreed to meet at a later date.
We kept on seeing each, although we were not exclusive. I was seeing other girls on the side, and she was still escorting. After several months of seeing each other, feelings started developing and I found myself falling in love with her. At first, I was really scared because I thought that these feelings were only one-sided. A close buddy of mine had told me that escorts never fell in love. Although I had not bought this, I still did not want to disclose my feelings to her for fear of rejection. I had been a victim of unrequited love once and going through a repeat experience was something I was not prepared to go through again. So, we kept on seeing each other but me being super secretive about my growing feelings and emotions.
After one year of hooking up, I could not keep on hiding on my feeling any more. I decided to take the bull by the horns and spilled everything to her one day after a night of fun. Hearing her say that she had also been in love with me for a couple of months prior was the best thing I had ever heard. But there was a catch. She could only become my girlfriend if I promised not to pressure her into quitting being an escort. As much as I wanted us to be monogamous and exclusive, I could not deny her this request because I was already head over heels in love with her. She told me that she had bills and tuition fee to pay for and working as a London escort was the only easiest and the most convenient means for her. Even back then, I was still fairly financially stable and I even offered to take care of her financial problems but she turned me down. She was and still is one of those woman who are stubbornly independent.
Now, almost three years later, and no longer a student, my girlfriend is still escorting. As a matter of fact, she is one of the best London escorts and my jealousy is so much I feel like it will kill me one of these days. Her popularity in the London escorting industry comes as a no surprise to me. My girlfriend is super sexy, fun loving, outgoing and downright naughty. My buddies have over the years told me that I am very lucky to have her but I just wish I had her totally to myself. Alone. With no other man to share in her company. Just recently, I spoke to her about my jealousy and feelings of insecurities. She tried comforting me by telling me that I have nothing to worry about since her heart belongs to me and no matter how many clients she meets while escorting, no one will ever take her away from me. As much as I would like to find comfort in this, my jealousy cannot seem to ebb. Why exactly am I being jealous?
We rarely spend much time together.
Being one of the best and one of the most sought after London escort, my girlfriend’s schedule is always very tight. On a good day, she can be contacted by more than five clients seeking her company, and she could be gone for a full day without me seeing her. I know that I signed for this when I decided to date an escort but what can a dude do? It is not like I can condition my heart and mind not to feel jealous, right? After all, I am human. Wallowing in boredom knowing that my girlfriend is out there entertaining a complete stranger at my expense is the worst feeling ever. It is surprising that I have survived it this long.
Her life seems more fun and fulfilling.
As a real estate agent, my life is very mundane. She, on the other hand, lives a life full of interesting things. Being among the best London escorts, her clients comprises of London’s who is who. They range from well-known politicians to established business tycoons to top world diplomats. They whisk her to every part of the world while I am stuck in the office or in the field trying to talk prospective clients into buying whatever real estate property that I am trying to sell them. Hearing her talk about the wonderful experiences her escorting work gives her is killing me with jealousy.
She earns more than I do.
I know this sounds rather mercenary but it is another reason contributing to my jealousy. Who would have ever thought that being a London escort could be so lucrative? On a single encounter, my girlfriend can make more than 600 quid. This is no surprising considering that she is one of the best London escorts.
I love her very much and I am confident that she feels exactly the same towards me. I am okay with her deciding on how she wants to live her life and that is why I would never pressure her into leaving the London escorting scene. I just wish I could find a way to stop these feelings of jealousy I have been experiencing of late because the truth be told, it is killing me!