As the title says, I went to an escort a few weeks ago. I thought many times about doing this, to finally see and experience something foreign and unreachable for me, and one night I took courage and did it. I contacted someone I thought was cute, the same age as me and provided GFE girlfriend experience , booked an hour and went to her apartment. She noticed I was a bag of nerves and I told her it was my first time, so she tried to calm me down.
I had so many feelings like I was being shaken and for that hour my mind went blank and I forgot about everything. I felt alive. We had a long hug before I left and she kissed me on the cheek. Everything was fine until I got out of there.
On the ride home, I felt like if everyone on the bus knew just what I did. I thought about my parents. They would be very disappointed and angry. I felt empty and guilty. I thought about that poor girl who had to tolerate being kissed and touched by me.
Not tomorrow, not next week, but probably one or twice a month in the future. At least is something, right? I feel sorry and hate myself for doing it. Yet I was happy for the experience. So I feel for you, AN. This can be anything from finding someone who may not be your usual type but is down for something casual, hitting up Tinder or, yes, going to a sex worker.
If a person worried about the legality of the matter, then saving up money for a trip to Reno or Amsterdam is always an option, especially if you want it badly enough. The incel community is a prime example of this. Even when you filter out the folks using the label as an excuse for the hate, misogyny and untreated body dysmorphia, you barely have to scratch the surface before you get down to the fact that what they want is to feel validated.
