It’s been four years since my diagnosis and last week I walked out of the hospital cancer free and healthy. I can’t say it’s been pleasant, but my two kids, both grown with their own families, gave me so much support. All that hard work I put into them was definitely worth the investment. I couldn’t have gotten through this without them. Now it’s over and I feel like I can start the next chapter, except I haven’t a bloody clue what to do with myself.
I’ve been divorced for fifteen years but I’d had some good times after that. I dated quite a bit, traveled, had a few longish relationships that never worked out and was generally a happy bachelor around town. I like my freedom and have no intention of ever marrying again. Everything was pretty much perfect with work, my family and everything else until they found cancer. I know it sounds strange, but for the last four years that’s been my entire life.
Rounds of chemo, tons of tests, back and forth to hospital, surgery and coping with the exhaustion from it all while still trying to work and get through every single day took up every ounce of energy I had. On the good days, I used the time to be a good grandpa as I didn’t know how much longer I’d be around. Now the doctors tell me that unless anything else pops up, there’s no reason I shouldn’t live a long and healthy life.
As I left the hospital, where there is a stand that sells balloons for people to bring to their loved ones who are patients there, I couldn’t help but notice that there were lots of shiny red hearts and then it struck me that Valentine’s Day is coming up. With the good news, I’d picked up a bit of a spring in my step and had even been thinking about how I was going to get a social life again. I haven’t seen most of my mates for a long time. It’s funny when you’re sick, everyone feels awkward around you and rather than trying to make them feel better about me being sick, I just stopped seeing them.
So, I was heading back to an empty house and thinking about my future. I know I still want to travel, and I’ve got another good ten years of work left. I have no intention of becoming a boring middle-aged geezer, so I knew I had to ramp it up a bit. When I got home, I started surfing the web, as you do, and I happened across a page about escort services. To be honest, I’d never really thought about escorts before. I guess I sort of thought all of that was for sad bastards and I’ve never considered myself one of those. I had a look at a few sites for London and I was flabbergasted.
Either things have changed since I was young or I just never really knew what this was all about, but the women on the pages were gorgeous. At first I couldn’t believe that there were beautiful women up for doing escorting but as I dug deeper and did some research I realised that the reputable agencies are a good place for women to make decent money and for blokes to find dates and a little bit of fun. Just a few months ago, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be alive right now, so I have no time to waste being a prude. Valentine’s Day is coming up and I’m going to treat myself to celebrate.
Of all the sites I looked at, Cleopatra Escorts stood out. It just seemed a little bit more upmarket and up front. They explain what all the services are, and each escort lists the services they prefer to offer. The prices are all listed clearly and it’s really simple to make a booking. It took me a while to google what exactly some of the services were, but once I got the hang of it, I worked out exactly what I wanted and that was going to include a girlfriend experience. Why not? I’m celebrating and it’s Valentine’s Day. If a gorgeous young woman is willing to be my girlfriend for the evening, I’m all for it.
I booked a gorgeous woman from France as my date for the night. She has all those curves I love, and she had a knock out smile. I even said, ‘Ooh La La’, when I booked her. I went all out. I booked a dinner date and overnight. That way I could have a real Valentine’s date and enjoy it to the full. I decided to get a hotel room in the West End so that I didn’t have to worry about getting home and planned my evening out.
After booking into the hotel, I freshened up, ordered some room service and waited for my date. Right on time, my door knocked. I thought I would be nervous, but it’s amazing what thinking you’re going to die can do for your confidence when you don’t actually die. I threw the door open and invited her in like an old friend, taking in the scenery as I did. She was perfect. Everything that her photos showed and more.
As I already had a nice bottle of wine opened, I invited her to join me and I gave her a quick rundown of my situation and why I’d arranged this date. Once she heard my story, she stood up, came over to me and gave me a huge kiss and said, in the sexiest accent ‘I will make sure you have a celebration you will never forget. I’m so happy you are my Valentine.’ I couldn’t have been more chuffed to be honest. I told her to grab her bag so we could go, otherwise, I could tell, we’d never get out of the room.
What an incredible evening. I’d arranged for us to have dinner at a restaurant with amazing views over Hyde Park. It didn’t feel any different from a normal date except probably much less stressful, more fun and with a prettier woman than I’d ever dated before. We drank, ate, laughed and had a great time. We decided to go to a little club up the road for some dancing and more drinking. Eventually, both of us were ready to head back. As we entered the hotel room, we naturally fell into each other’s arms and by the time we made it into the shower together, our clothes made a trail from the door.
Even though I’d been pretty poorly for a few years, I was surprised by my endurance and energy. I think she was too. Let’s just say neither of us got much sleep and not only did I wake up with a smile and a special valentine’s gift from my date, which just made me smile some more, but I knew that the only thing I had to do was thank her, generously of course, and say good bye. When she left with a sweet kiss, I just sat in my room for a while and reminisced about the evening. Now that I’ve tried escorts, I think I’m going to do it again. I’m not rich, so I can’t do it all the time, but it’s a perfect way to spend some time when you just really want a bit of fun, good company and physical closeness. Hey, did I mention, ‘I’m cancer free’?