“Are your outings different in winter than they are in summer?” a friend asked me recently over coffee, her eyes bright with that mixture of curiosity and mild mischief she always seems to have. She works for an events company, so of course, her work is completely transformed by the seasons. In the warmer months, she’s constantly outdoors, rushing between music festivals, picnics in sprawling country estates, weddings on perfectly manicured lawns, and all sorts of al fresco parties that require endless marquees, fairy lights, and portable bars.
In winter, though, her world pivots indoors. Instead of grass underfoot and the risk of a sudden downpour, she spends her time in ballrooms and conference suites, surrounded by chandeliers and polished cutlery. Her days – and nights – become a blur of glamorous black-tie balls, charity galas, Christmas parties and corporate awards evenings in the city’s best hotels and most prestigious venues. For her, the change of season doesn’t just mean coats and scarves; it means a totally different atmosphere, dress code and type of client.
My Summer as an Escort
“Well,” I replied, stirring my drink while I thought about it, “I guess I’m a bit like you. In the summer, work at the London Escort Agency means that I often find myself at festivals and sometimes even the odd wedding.”
She raised her eyebrows at that, clearly intrigued – and perhaps a little amused – by the idea of someone taking an escort as their plus-one to a wedding. But y’know, people can feel so much pressure around those occasions. There’s this unspoken expectation that you shouldn’t turn up alone, especially if it’s an ex-partner’s big day or an event where everyone else seems to be smugly coupled up. Sometimes clients just want someone attractive, poised and friendly on their arm – someone who can make polite conversation with the relatives, charm the friends, and quietly boost their confidence.
And in some cases, there’s a very specific audience in mind. It’s amazing how much more relaxed a client can feel walking into a reception when they know the bitter, twisted ex-wife – or the competitive ex-husband, for that matter – will be there watching. Having a well-dressed, self-assured companion beside them can be its own kind of subtle revenge, even if they’d never admit it out loud.
Winter: Glitter Balls and Awards Nights
“It means that in winter I’m going to the glitter balls and awards nights too,” I continued.
This month, there could hardly be more award ceremonies. It’s as if every company and organisation in the city has decided to outdo each other in corporate excess before the year ends. They wine and dine, and generally spoil their staff and clients, hiring the grandest venues they can afford and putting on elaborate evenings filled with speeches, music, and endless photo opportunities.
From my perspective, these events can be very entertaining to attend. There’s usually a red carpet of some kind, or at least a grand entrance, and more often than not, I’m greeted on arrival with a glass of champagne. Often, there are goodie bags lined up by the cloakroom – little collections of branded pens, miniature perfumes, chocolates, or discount vouchers – that always amuse me. Often, the organisers hire genuinely witty speakers or professional hosts to keep the mood light, and sometimes there’s a comedian or a surprise performance. The whole thing can feel halfway between a work function and an awards show you might see on television.
People-Watching and Style
And then, of course, there’s my favourite part: people-watching. I get to discreetly eye up other women’s clothes, mentally noting which gowns really work and which should never have left the shop. I notice the effort people have put into their hair, their makeup, their jewellery – the nervous tugging at hemlines, the slightly painful shoes, the men adjusting their bow ties for the tenth time. I don’t say this out loud, but more often than not, I find myself reflecting that I’m the best-dressed female in the room. Part of my job is to look flawless, after all, and I take that responsibility quite seriously.
A Special Client’s Big Night
One of my regular clients through the London Escort Agencies has asked me to accompany him to his company’s awards evening next week. He’s been nominated for an award – a fairly important one, from what he’s told me – and the night clearly matters to him. He spent a good few minutes explaining the category, the competition, and what winning would mean for his career. There’s a mixture of pride and nerves in the way he talks about it.
I imagine my role on the night will be pretty straightforward on the surface: smile, make conversation with his colleagues, look effortlessly composed in photographs and, most importantly, be there entirely for him. If he wins, I’ll be the one cheering loudest, celebrating his success, clinking glasses with him and telling him how much he deserves it. If he loses, I’ll be the one leaning in with a sympathetic smile, quietly reminding him that half the people there are secretly disappointed too, and that it doesn’t make his achievements any less impressive.
Making Him Feel Like a Winner
Either way, my special commiseration tactics will be on standby. A few kind words, some genuine attention, a warm touch on the arm and an evening focused entirely on his enjoyment can turn a ‘loss’ into something that still feels like a victory. One of the things I’ve learned in this line of work is that people rarely remember exactly who took home which trophy – but they do remember how they felt that night. And with a bit of luck, he’ll walk away from the evening feeling like a real winner, award or no award.
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