Sorry Mum

I’m going to be brutally honest with you. I’m laying here next to a beautiful girl. She’s from South America or somewhere like that. We had a wild party last night and she’s still sleeping. When she leaves, I’ll give her a generous tip for the night. I’ll never have to see her again if I don’t want to. If I do, I’ll just have to book another date with her. Oh yeah, and my Mum died yesterday. Now you think I’m an insensitive arse. But I’m not. Really. Just sometimes, I have to deal with stress in the best way I know how. ‘Needs must’, as they say.

My Mum and I have had a difficult relationship over the years, to say the least. It’s probably why I don’t have a girlfriend. She’s chased them all off. She was a piece of work alright. But we loved each other. That’s what you do with Mums. You put up with their weird stuff and you still love them. God knows they put up with enough from their sons to deserve it. She certainly did from me.

So, the call came in yesterday morning while I was at work. It wasn’t that much of shock. She’s been battling health problems for several years now and, truly, I’ve thought she was going to die many times before. That said, you can’t really ever prepare yourself for the news or how you’re going to react. I was sort of numb. I put down the phone and tried not to get too emotional. I walked into my bosses office, explained what had happened and she told me I could go home. So, I did.

I went home to my flat and sat there alone. Eventually, I managed to make a few phone calls to sort out the practicalities and to let a few of our remaining family know. My first thought was to go down to the pub and get hammered, but I felt I didn’t want to be alone. At the same time, I didn’t want to see any of my friends or relatives because they’d just keep going on about it and I needed to not think about it for a while. I was feeling frazzled and a bit needy. And, being a typical selfish man, there’s one thing I know that can make me feel better when I’m heading down that path.

I’ve used the services of Cleopatra Escorts before. They are a slick and professional operation. They run a top notch business and they have an amazing selection of young ladies working for them. Something for everyone. If you like girl next door types, she’s there. If you want a woman to spank you and tell you you’re a bad boy, she’s there. If you want a classy hotty to impress your friends, she’s there. And, if like me, yesterday, you want a woman with curves in all the right places, who would make a perfect soft pillow to snuggle into, she’s there too. And, so she was.

I booked a date with a girl who likes to party because I needed to get out of my mind a little bit before I could really relax. But I also needed someone who was a bit more mature and who would understand when I needed to slow down. The profiles on Cleopatra and the information they provide when you book really helps to ensure that your expectations are met and you get exactly the sort of date you are looking for.

I arranged to meet her at a hotel in town because my flat is a bit of a pit at the moment and I don’t feel like doing any tidying or changing the sheets, which would have been the courteous thing to do. If nothing else, I don’t want someone to think I’m a dirty bastard, even though I sort of am. Actually, I’m more lazy than anything else. It’s not like I have anyone to keep the house tidy for and a few pizza boxes and dirty socks never bothered me. So, I met her in the bar. She looked just like her photo. Beautiful and buxom. Just what I wanted.

We had some drinks, chatted a bit. I did tell her what was going on with my Mum and was really clear to her that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. She was totally respectful of that and seemed to understand. A great escort is like that. They intuitively understand what a man needs and when he needs it. We headed up to my room. Partied for a while and, bless her, she danced for me. I love watching women dance. I had just had a moment of guilt and thought I’d send her home before that, so it was the perfect medicine.

So, go ahead and think I’m an insensitive arse. As I lay here, completely relaxed, I now have the clear head I need to get through the next week. You go see your head shrink. The sort of therapy that works for me is not nearly as expensive and far more effective. It’s also a lot more fun. One thing I know for sure, Mum would never have approved of any girl I brought to her funeral, so I think she’d appreciate this arrangement.