Although I had met Peter at London escorts, I can always remember the moment I had fallen in love with him. Most of the time I would not bump into any of my dates outside of London escorts, but I seemed to be forever bumping into Peter. It was weird as I had never seen him around before, and at one time I started to wonder if he was stalking me.
I told one of the girls about it, and she told me to go to the police if he made me feel uncomfortable. That was just it. Peter did not make me feel uncomfortable at all. He was one of the few gents who made me feel really good about myself. It was kind of rare to meet a gent who you felt that you had something in common with, but I did really feel like that about him. He kept arranging dates with me at London escorts, and in the end, I started to feel like I was a little bit hooked on him. Out of all of the gents that booked me at charlotte escorts he was the most handsome one, and he also had a nice sense of humour. It was around ten o’clock one Saturday morning and I was on my day off from London escorts. All through the week, my eyes had felt sore, and I had seemed to have had problem focusing.
On my way to the pharmacist for some advice, I happened to bump into Peter. He gave me one of his award winning smiles and asked me if I wanted a coffee. Even though I needed to go to Boots really badly I could not resist a coffee with him. Sure, I knew that it was outside of our London escorts rules, but I felt myself go a little weak at the knees. We were sitting in the coffee shop when I noticed Peter looking at me more intensively than he used to do at London escorts. “ You keep blinking my dear’ he said. There was no point in keeping a secret so I told him about my eye problem. He said that he had suffered something similar recently and it was down to the dust in London and I may even need some glasses.
Before I knew it, he had called his optician, paid for the coffee and we were in the street with him leading me bu the arm. It was at that moment I fell in love with him. An hour later, I emerged with from the optician with Peter still by my side and a prescription for glasses in my bag. I as due to pick them up on Monday before I went into London escorts. I could not believe that I had been trying out glasses with one of my dates, but it was true. It is now a couple of years later, and I am on my fifth set of glasses. London escorts is a thing of the past, but Peter isn’t. He still helps me to pick out my glasses and makes me feel like I am his special girl although I am in competition with a 3 year old blonde called Lucy. Yes, I am Mrs Peter these days, and I would not have it any other way.