Saturday, December 21, 2024.
Aurora, Colorado.

She was an escort who met me for $120 for half an hour. She was different from other escorts. One day after we started to have an emotional affair, she had an accident and I found myself helping her out with thousands of dollars.

She was an escort who met me for $150 an hour. She had an innocence that other escorts didn’t have. After we started a friendship, one day she told me she was having trouble paying her rent and I found myself paying her monthly house rent.

I had many relationships like that. Always with escorts. I’m afraid to talk to women who are not escorts. There are two possibilities: either they’ll snub me, or even if they like me, then there’s a lot of drama. That’s why I’ve only made friends with escorts for years. But escorts are not much different when you are their friend.

So if you don’t go to an escort, the cost is much higher. Some have rent problems, some have accident problems. Some have illness, some have a job that is not going well.

The best thing is to pay 120, 150 dollars, spend half an hour, an hour together and go back to your life. Otherwise, both escorts and non-escorts are a big financial burden.

I knew I didn’t like men. I’m just now learning that I’m also a misogynist. In the final analysis, Sartre is only right: hell is other people.

You are all my hell. But I am your hell too. That’s the summary of our love.