He pretended to be poor
I had been dating this really nice guy at Bexley escorts for quite some time when I come to appreciate that he was not as poor as he would like to make out. As a matter of fact, he did not make out anything, he just was never dressed in designer gear or posh clothes at all. He was actually one of my nicest dates, and I really enjoyed his company. Most of the other gents that I dated at the agency were all a bit “flash” and kind of overstated in their behavior. This guy was anything but and that is why I liked him so much.
One evening I was walking to the bus stop from my boudoir at Bexley escorts. I normally drove a car but on this occasion my car was in the garage with an engine fault. While I was waiting for it be repaired, I was forced to use the local bus service. This was a really nasty evening and the rain was lashing down in great big sheets. I was soaked and totally miserable when a car stopped. It was only a small car, and through the rain I could not recognize it was an Aston Martin.
However, I did recognize the driver of the car. It was my favorite date from Bexley escorts, and he offered me a lift. At the time I was terribly embarrassed as I looked my like a drowned rat than a glamorous escorts. I was only too grateful to accept the lift, and within 15 minutes I was home in my nice warm apartment. Honestly, I had not reflected too much about what had happened, but it suddenly dawned on me that my poor guy was driving a very expensive sports car. Perhaps this guy in his worn jeans was not so poor after all.
Later that week, I had a date arranged with my socalled poor gent. This date was different, and he had asked for an incall. My car had been fixed, and as I turned on the Sat Navigation system, I was surprised to find that I was going slightly outside Bexley. When I got to is his house, I did finally full understand that my poor guy was not poor at all. He invited me into what could only be described as a mansion. There was a roaring fire in the living. I must admit that I felt a bit like Cinderella, not a girl from Bexley escorts.
Since that day I have been seeing even more of my poor guy. I know that he is not poor at all. He runs a big company which he built up from scratch. He does not like to make a big song and dance about his wealth. Instead he just gets on with his life and enjoys it. I rather like him, and I am grateful for the opportunity to share his life. Sometimes, he makes me feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Recently he has become so much more than just another date at Bexley escorts, and I have this funny feeling that we will be spending more and more time together.