Traveling is one of my favorite things to do when I get a break from escorting in London. France is a top destination for me when I travel. Whenever I go to London escorts at Charlotte Epsom Escorts, I seem to always meet a lot of guys who have been on weekend getaways to France. I quickly became enamoured with France and began taking French classes in the evenings on my days off from escorting in London.
Out with my London escorts friends one night, I met this older man. We became fast friends, and I don’t know why, but I liked him the second he walked into the room. He seemed to accept my job as an escort in London and wasn’t bothered by the fact that my lifestyle was a little bit “alternative,” as he put it.
Philip was complex and multi-faceted, and he was a hotbed of wild ideas. If I ever needed a day away from London escorts, he would be more than happy to take me out. None of our actions were ever typical. He would usually find something off the beaten path for us to do instead of spending the day in London. During a three-day weekend off from my job at an escort service in London, he flew me to Wales so I could finally fulfill a lifelong dream of mine and climb Snowdonia.
What followed, though, was something I was unprepared for. I decided I wanted a change in my life a few months after we met because I was sick and tired of working for London escorts. I had planned to move to France after renting out my flat in London. It was as if the whole man came alive when I informed Philip about my plans over dinner one night. I thought I knew Philip inside and out by the time we were dating. However, this man still possessed hidden depths, as revealed later on.
During that week, Philip informed me that he wanted to show me something, so I should skip the London escorts for the weekend. My London escort friends were still getting used to Philip and his wild ideas when we were out drinking with them. Unless I have longer dates, I usually don’t work weekends with London escorts, so I was glad to have the weekend off. Philip loaded my little dog and me onto his plane on a Saturday morning, and off we went to France. Not long after, Philip was showing me around the gardens of a restored castle, which he had purchased a few years ago after falling madly in love with them. It goes without saying that we ended up settling into our old French castle, where a family of ducks and, in due time, our own offspring made their home.