I Dated a Prostitute
For Women and Men.
I could see that he was a “pretty boy” when we met. He was unlike anyone I had dated before. Trust me, I don’t mean that in a good way. I wasn’t into pretty guys. I liked men. I like a guy who can drill a hole into the wall. I like a guy who can fix his car. I like a guy who is a “dude”. This guy was pretty. He was prettier than me.
He told me he was a model. He told me he started his own clothing line. He told me that he grew up on a farm. That last part was most definitely the only thing I actually did like about him.
A model? Not my thing. His own clothing line? Huh.. Interesting.. A farm though! Awesome he actually got his hands dirty.
I noticed when we started seeing each other that he was always complimenting and touching everyone.
“You look so beautiful tonight.” “That color looks incredible on you.” “You should wear your hair like that more often.” “Yellow is definitely your color.” “You look gorgeous in that shirt.”
Now, before you say something about how that is sweet. It wasn’t. It was creepy. We spoke about it and I told him it made me feel uncomfortable. Words he was using to describe me, or ways he was complimenting me — he was complimenting everyone in that way. So it wasn’t special. And again, it made me feel really uncomfortable.
It wasn’t only with women, it was with men as well. He would walk up to men and start rubbing their shoulders and telling them how great they looked and how awesome they were. I felt that it was something that he was used to doing. Something he did to get what he wanted.
It may seem pretty trivial. But boy does it get better.
He told me that he didn’t want us to be friends on social media.
Huh? We are in a relationship and you can’t befriend me on social media? His reasoning was because he only used it to build his insta-famous-ness. Not a word, but it seems to fit the story pretty well. Oh, and apparently he also had someone managing his account. So any comments and anyone he was following wasn’t because of him. It was someone else getting him insta-famous.
When we became friends on social media of course I had to look through everything. I’m a detective when it comes to social media.
What girl isn’t?
He was following about 6000 people and had about 8000 followers. I would guess about 90 percent of each were women that were nearly naked. Or… Lady boys.
As strange as it was, I did believe him at first.
After the first photo he posted of us I received an alarming message from someone saying that he had cheated on me. This person (at the time) had no name, it was a fake profile. She just said that he had cheated on me… That was it… Later I found out who she actually was and so much more crazy information. She wrote to me because she was trying to help me. Man do I wish I had listened earlier.
Things throughout being together were abnormal. He would go up to a girl in the bar and then they would leave and probably 30 to 60 minutes later they would both show back up. I found condom wrappers in his bed and under his bed in his room. He was going to certain ladies or gents rooms at all hours of the night… And all the messages…
I ended up going through his phone which he was aware of. Messages upon messages to and from women all over the world. Asking these people to come sleep with him. Telling them he would go to where they lived to hook up. Messages from Instagram, Messenger, Facebook, WeChat, WhatsApp… Later I found out that there is actually an app that looks like “Stocks”, but is actually used to hide anything you don’t want your significant other to see. I can’t even begin to imagine how many more messages or photos or videos I didn’t see.
Not only messages, but subscriptions. Ashley Madison is one of the big ones I remember. Which I had absolutely no idea what is was. So I sat there looking this website up, while already shaking with anger. It’s for people to cheat!!! Literally their slogan is “Life is Short. Have an Affair.”
What the.. I was blown away. It all seemed so insane to me. It still does seem insane to me to be fair.
But there was more. So much more.
It was five months in when I found out he was a “Male Escort.”
The months leading up to this he would get text messages or messages on some other messaging platform about giving and receiving sex. Weird.
Honestly, throughout the entire time my gut was telling me something wasn’t right. But, those messages I truly thought maybe it was just some sort of spam.
This one afternoon he received a message asking for sex, that is when he told me that he once was a “Male Escort.”
BUT, “I never did anything.”
I wanted to understand it. He explained to me that he really needed the money after a major surgery he had. He told me that nothing ever happened even though he was signed up on multiple sites to be a male escort.
When you hear “Male Escort”, you are probably thinking along the lines of he went out on dates with women who had money. Trust, that is what I was thinking, at first.
I began to ask stories so I could understand more of what he had done, thinking it was in a past life. We all have our past. I was trying really hard to be as understanding as possible.
What went from “I never did anything,” turned into story after story after story.
Sex with pregnant women while their husband’s watched…. That one still sticks in my head. Maybe because that was his favorite. Or it blew my mind the most.
He explained how it worked. You decide on the pay and what is wanted before you get to said persons home. You get paid before any sex begins. Sometimes you have an awkward conversation or a drink to ease into it. Other times you just go straight to the bedroom to get’er done… Or wherever said person would like for “it” to happen. You do whatever the person wants, or whatever they want to do to you. And then.. You go on your merry way.
I asked him if he had ever been with a man and he said no. That was actually one thing I did not believe. Especially after the fourth time I asked him and his response was, “Did you go through my phone again or something?”
Well no dear. But that answer was all I needed.
At this point I also found out that he had cheated on me. No surprise. I was stupid enough to stay. Lord knows that will NEVER happen again. You cheat once- Bye Forever.
We ended up breaking up a month and a half after all of this craziness.
So what did I do you ask? Damn Right.. I went on the websites he told me that he was on as a “Male Escort”, which I will now call a Prostitute.. Because that is what it is.
I struck gold that day. It was basically a social media platform for prostitutes. You have photos up along with a little bio and what “services” you offer.
This is what I’m pretty sure my face looked like when I saw this website.
His Services included the following: Anal Sex, BDSM, CIM- Come in Mouth, COB-Come on Body, Couples, Deep Throat, Domination, Face Sitting, Fingering, Fisting, Foot Fetish, French Kissing, GFE, Giving Hardsports, Receiving Hardsports, Lap Dancing, Massage, Nuru Massage, Oral Sex- Blowjob, OWO- Oral Without Condom, Parties, Reverse Oral, Giving Rimming, Rimming Receiving, Role Play, Sex Toys, Spanking, Strapon, Striptease, Submissive, Squirting, Tantric Massage, Teabagging, Tie and Tease, Uniforms, Giving Watersports, Receiving Watersports, Webcam Sex
He charged 247 US Dollars an hour. In case you were wondering.
I also didn’t know what most of those were, or that he was even into that stuff.
Water Sports? “Sexual Activity involving urination.”
Hard Sports? “Sexual Interaction or activity involving feces.”
GFE? “Girlfriend Experience”
Reverse Oral? “Oral provided by the client on the service provider.”
Strapons? Foot Fetish? All of the above!! He was into this stuff?? What kind of lie was I living for 7 months!
I couldn’t believe it… I wasn’t even mad at this point I just laughed A LOT about everything I had learned.
Oh.. and I learned that I was right. He had been with men, and he was willing to be with men.
There is a section that people can comment and ask questions.
Specifically — — “Gay sex if paid well.”
And the women who wrote to me about him cheating. She was trying to tell me everything he had done to her. We connected months later and she was trying to warn me. Our stories are side by side the exact same thing. How he actually asked for her to pay for his surgery. How he used her for her money. How he left all of his shit at his house. The men that had taken him to different countries and paid for everything for him. How he had cheated on every girl he was with. How he had all this expensive stuff from people buying things for him.
Ladies- Where there is smoke there is fire.
You just can’t make this shit up. I couldn’t if I tried.
