After My Greenwich Escort Career


I loved both working and living in Greenwich and I was having a great time with my new friends. Did I tell that I used to work for Greenwich escorts? No, I did not. I had been very lucky during my time with London escort, and I had actually spent most of my time working in Dubai.  I told everybody that I had been a personal assistant for a concierge company in Dubai, and they seemed to believe me. It was something that I knew a lot about as most of my dates had used concierge services all of the time.


When I finally finished my Greenwich escorts career, I was hoping that I would get a bit more of a social life. I did not expect it to happen all at once as I first opened a little market stall on the Greenwich indoor market selling home made crumpets. I was on the market for three days out of every week, and I loved it.  During the week I bumped into all sorts of interesting people, and I thought that this may be a well in.



After about a year back in Greenwich, I was getting a bit disappointed with myself. Why was I not attracting a man like some of the other girls who had left Greenwich escorts from at the same time. But then I realised that many of my former girls at Greenwich escorts were attracting the wrong kind of men. They were ending up with second hand car dealer and guys who were a bit hookey. That was not what I was looking for.


When I finally gave up, I met Jason.  He was older than me and a bit of bumbling QC, but he was sweet. He stopped by my stall one day, and like so many other men, fell in love with my crumpets. It seems that there are a certain type of gent out there who really likes to buy crumpets from a blond girl, and Jason was one of them. He kept coming back and would always buy crumpets for the weekend. What I loved about him was that he was not the sort of guy you would meet at Greenwich escorts.



I had my own flat in Greenwich and it was part of a three story house I had bought with my rather considerable Greenwich escorts from Dubai. It was a cold autumn day when Jason knocked on my door. In his arms he was holding a little kitten that looked more dead than alive. He said that he had felt sorry for the poor thing, but as it was a Sunday, the vet was not open. I was not sure what to do, but I put the poor thing on a hot water bottle. I toasted some crumpets for us, and we sat there looking at the kitten. An hour later the poor thing woke up, and looked us intensively. I microwaved some fresh cod, and before I knew it, all three of us were enjoying Sunday dinner. Since then, we have all had many Sunday dinners together. I guess you never know where you are going to find your man.



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