A Mature Escort
My name is Harriet James. I am 62 years old and let me tell you I am not ashamed of it. Some people get so caught up with age they really should remember it is just a number and you are only as old as you feel inside.
I have been lucky however I really do think I have improved with age. I spent all my teens, twenties, thirties and forties worrying about my looks. Was I too fat, too thin, terrified of the inevitable wrinkles appearing on my forehead it really was a bore and a waste of time. Now I am in my sixties I have it cracked; yes I have aged, but I look distinguished and mature, almost a Mrs Robinson character, even if I do say so myself. I now love myself and I like to make the most of my good looks and always try to look my very best.
I am a widower, my dear husband jack passed away three years ago now and I do so miss him, but I try not to let it get to me. One must pick up the pieces and just keep carrying on after all. After Jack died I felt ever so lonely and ever so old; I needed a new hobby and decided it was time to start looking after myself so that is exactly what I did.
Jack and I had lived in London all our lives a city that we both so dearly loved. We ran a family business but never quite found the time to have a family of our own. I never minded before Jack died, he and I were always so busy, off on holiday or buying expensive clothes there was never any time. When he died however I realised just how lonely a city London could be. Time just flies by so quickly I suppose when you’re having fun.
Back to having fun, as I was saying, after jack died I began to see myself and London in a whole new light. Yes I was lonely and I knew that my dear jack would not want me to sit at home and be miserable he would want me to get out there experience London as a single girl. I just had to find a way to do it. One day I was on the internet when up popped an advert for a London Escort agency. They were looking for mature Escorts to come and work for them.
I was blown away what could be better but could I really be an Escort? Only one way to find out! I called the London Escort agency straight away and they wanted me to come straight in to the central London office for an interview. The Escort agency were brilliant they liked me and gave me some tips on how to make the most of my mature looks but they said I was more than ready for the job.
I couldn’t believe it me an Escort it just sounded crazy but I was willing to at least give it a go. My first job as an Escort was simply wonderful. I met a lovely young chap who took me out to a fancy London Restaurant and then to a lovely wine bar where we just chatted and I loved every second. I have now done so many Escort jobs I have lost count, it just works so well for me. I get to meet new people, I make good money and I feel young and beautiful again. That is priceless to me.