About 20 years ago, I started to have a very passionate affair with a man I met at London escorts. For the first couple of months we only dated at London escorts, but after that, something changed. We bumped into each other one day and ended up sharing a coffee. One thing led to another, and we started to date privately instead of at London escorts. He was 30 years older than me and had been married with a family of four children.
Before I knew it I was kind of hooked on him. At the time I was 25 years old and was planning to leave London escorts in the near future. I enjoyed working for London escorts, but I felt that there would come a time I did something different with my life. My lover wanted me to leave London escorts as well. He said that he wanted to live with me but I was not too sure. He was so much older than me, and I was not sure that a relationship would work out in the long run.
Not only that, but he wanted to move abroad. It would not only mean that I would have to give up working for London escorts, but it would also mean that I would have to give up my flat. I guess I could have rented it out, but there were too many other factors at play. I liked living in London and going for nights out with the other girls at London escorts. However, he did not want to live in London and bought a lovely villa in Spain.
After a couple of visits to Spain, I realised that an expat lifestyle was not for me at all. I told him that I wanted to stay in London and carry on working for London escorts. He said that I could come out to visit him when I had time off from London escorts. That was okay at first, but we soon drifted apart. We were not part of each other’s daily lives anymore. A long distance relationship simply was not for us, and we broke up in the end.
It was around this time I realised I was pregnant. We had been together for two years, and for some reason, I felt the universe was telling me to move on. So, I left London escorts, had a lovely little baby girl but did not tell the father. The other day, he walked into the florist which I work in here in London. During our time together I had trained to be a florist. It was my big dream apart from being a mum. He recognized me right away, but I felt uncertain in front of the now much older man. I had never told him about our daughter, and I am still not sure if I should tell him. We have not seen each other since that meeting, but his mobile phone number is burning a hole in my pocket. Maybe it would be good to talk. He may be older, but he still managed to make me laugh. Apparently, he has not lost his sense of humour. I wonder how he would feel if he knew about his daughter.
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