Never judge a city boy

How much do you know about London escorts? Do you regularly accompany a beautiful woman out to dinner or are you curious about where to begin with them? If you don’t know where to start then let me tell you about a date I had recently with a sweet young man who let his nerves get the better of him.

‘Richard’ was a 28 year old city boy, but with none of the bravado you’d expect from a young urban professional. He was shy, quiet and extremely nervous. When he made his booking with me he sounded rather timid I wondered whether he’d show up for the date at all.

Before we met I asked him what kinds of things he liked to do and his response was pretty standard, he liked to eat out, he liked music and he was something of a wine buff. What caught my attention was when he said he didn’t do any of these things much because he didn’t really like being around large groups of people. That was the reason he didn’t date, and that was the reason he was coming to me. Well, as you might already know that a good escort will do anything they can to show their dates a good time and I immediately knew where to take ‘Richard.’

One of my favourite places to eat when I’m not on a date is a tiny little Russian restaurant I discovered in north London many years ago.  I’ve never been able to work out how they stay in business as they usually have four tables and no guests, but the food is outstanding and they bring in a musician of some sort on Saturday nights. When ‘Richard’ met me he was practically shaking, so I took him by the hand and lead him into the restaurant. He seemed to calm down somewhat when he saw there were only a few other couples in there and the lights were beautifully dimmed.

We ate and talked and enjoyed some excellent wine, after an hour or two ‘Richard’ was completely relaxed and even letting his wonderful sense of humour come out to play. As we finished our desserts a large woman appeared from behind the bar and began to sing.  I’d seen her here before and knew she was a fantastic opera singer, and after two songs ‘Richard’ was mesmerised.

They say never judge a book by its cover; well let me tell you this – never judge a city boy by his nervous telephone manner. Just as I was wondering whether we should get the bill ‘Richard’ stood up and walked over to the singer and in a split second he had joined in.  Together they blasted out some Tristan und Isolde while I sat there absolutely speechless.

Frankly I’ve never been more surprised on a date, but the lesson for you out there is this: you might be shy, you might be nervous, but somewhere in London the perfect date is waiting for you.  In fact you might even end up singing a love song at the end of it!

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