Oh Lord!

I come from a very religious and conservative American family. I went to a private Catholic school and when school was out I was expected to attend bible classes regularly. We said grace before all of our meals and it was assumed and expected that I would stay a virgin until I met a suitable woman to make my wife. My parents often made me promise them that I would not shame them by having sex before marriage. Well, turns out that not only was a very well behaved son, but I decided to take my relationship with Christ one step further by joining the seminary.

In hindsight, I have to laugh because of their reaction. You would have thought they would have been proud of me taking our Catholicism so seriously as to dedicate my life to it. Instead, I saw the sudden realisation that they would never have grandchildren. I’m sure they prayed a lot about that. Nevertheless, after two years of school, I was ready to take the next step. Before I made that commitment I decided to travel for a few months and see the world as I knew that once I became a deacon, my life would become all consumed in the Church.

One place I’d always wanted to visit was London. I was fascinated by the history there and wanted to see all of the tourist spots like Buckingham Palace. Staying in a hotel on my own wasn’t a big deal as I was used to spending a great deal of time alone, but I found going out for meals in the big city by myself was a bit daunting. I’d never lived in a big city and for the first time I understood what it meant to feel lonely in a crowd.

I have no idea what came over me, but one night, I started to wonder to myself if I could hire a woman to come to dinner with me. Just for company. That way, I wouldn’t feel like I stuck out like a sore thumb and, to be honest, I’d been traveling for over a month now and hardly had a single conversation with another person. I just really wanted some company. I’d been thinking a lot about my future and thought talking to another person would be helpful. The only thing was that I couldn’t work out how I would find such a woman.

I started searching the internet and discovered that escorts could be hired to go on dates with lonely men or women. For some reason, I didn’t put two and two together until I started searching escort sites and realised that they were exactly the sort of women I’d been warned about. Unfortunately, by then, it was too late. I’d made up my mind and nothing was going to change it. I found a site called Cleopatra escorts, which had photos of the girls and a little bit of information about them. I tried to ignore the additional details that didn’t pertain to a dinner date and just focused on how beautiful they were, where they were from and the languages they spoke. I was thoroughly fascinated.

I found what seemed like a perfect companion for dinner. Her photos were very classy. She was close to my age and stunningly beautiful. She spoke three languages, which made me think she’d be great at conversation and so, I made the date. Then I prayed. I know it sounds terribly conflicted but that’s how Catholicism works. That, and I find prayer comforting.

I met her in a very nice restaurant in the west of London, just outside the busy central area. I’d asked her to dress conservatively when I made my booking and she had respected my wishes. She looked wonderful and her warm smile washed away all my fears. We had an amazing dinner and chatted away. I told her about myself and she told me that she had also been brought up in a strict Catholic home, so we had a lot in common. I tried not to pry too much about why she was an escort, but she did share that she was saving up to buy her first home so that she had some stability in her life.

After dinner, I kissed her on the cheek and she smiled shyly and asked me if I’d like her to come back to my hotel to continue our conversation. I threw caution to the wind and we headed back to my room. We had some wonderful discussions about all sorts of things and it became clear how desperate I was for human companionship. She asked me if she could give me a cuddle and I just couldn’t say no. When she snuggled up to me, it was like the weight of the world slipped off my shoulders. I told her this was the first time I’d even been this intimate with a woman and she just snuggled closer and deeper.

Well, I had to apologise to God in the morning. Sinning was not what I’d had in mind, but I simply knew after the travel and a lot of time to think, that becoming a priest was not for me. I needed more in my life and while I’m sure it sounds a little bit odd, that young woman who spent the night helping me break free of the chains of my conservative upbringing, guilts and fears, completely changed my life. For that, I will always be eternally grateful. And wow. What a night it was. If you’re going to sin, all I can say is do it right. I called my family to tell them that I was extending my travel time and I would see them in a year. I have a lot of catching up to do.