Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
So I reached for my laptop, popping open the lid and staring at the search bar. What to type? I decided to be straightforward and entered the word “gigolo.” That did the trick because immediately hundreds of results popped up from the movie American Gigolo to what looked like Craigslist ads of guys looking for hook-ups. Ugh. I’ve learned my lesson from Craigslist, and it was not good. Do not go into the personals section unless you’re alone in your apartment because things are going to pop up that make your eyes bug out.
Instead, I wanted something classier. I understand how weird this sounds because I’m literally paying for a date, but at the same time, scraping the bottom of the barrel wasn’t my MO. The rule you get what you pay for is embedded in my mind, and in this particular situation, I especially wanted to go high-class and not low-brow. So I surfed around a bit before refining my search to “New York City gigolo.”
That helped somewhat. A lot of results were omitted, and my eye landed on one called Male Thunder. Hmm, what was this about? I clicked curiously, and a flash of lightning took over my screen before a fully-nude male popped up with a sly smile on his face. “Ready to go?” a deep voice sounded on my speakers. “Get ready to taste the Thunder!”
Quickly, I closed the box. This wasn’t my style at all. That was more Chippendales or exotic dancer, and that wasn’t what I was looking for. I wanted an alpha for sure, but someone who wore a suit and smelled nice. Not a grease monkey who pranced around with oiled muscles while shaking his bom-bom. No thanks.
So slowly, I opened my browser again and typed “New York City gigolo classy.” I know my search terms aren’t very refined, but at the same time, it was the only thing I could think of. And this time, the search results were reduced even further so there were only about fifty or so. My eyes scanned the list:
Maximum Males
Gold Medallion Escort Services
Big Time Guys
Big Time Guys? Was that in reference to their employees’ desire to hit the big time, or their anatomy? With a sigh, I chose Gold Medallion just because the name seemed a little less cheesy than the others. And immediately, I was whisked to a new page where a model in a dark suit with a white collared shirt looked me in the eye. Ooh, just my type.
Get ready, the words on the browser read. 3 … 2 … 1 …
And within a second, I was directed to a new page, but this page looked like it had all the goods. There were thumbnails of pictures of men, all of them dressed immaculately in dark suits. Maybe Mr. Big from Sex and the City was on here! Okay, he was make-believe, but that kind of guy is exactly my type, and I was relieved to finally find a site that catered to my tastes.
Idly, I browsed around. Thankfully, the men had normal names like Chris and Ted instead of weird stage names like Rock and Storm. I clicked on the one named Chris and read his profile. He was a car salesman by day and an escort by night. Hmm, very interesting. His pictures showed him surfing in aqua waters, and then scuba diving with colorful fish surrounding him on all sides. I admired that sculpted body, but clicked off reluctantly because my fear of water pretty much eliminated him. He’d want to do something aquatic, and I’m not a mermaid-type girl.
Scrutinizing the thumbnails again, this time I clicked on a guy named Robert. Hmmm, this guy was hot but in a subtle way. It wasn’t about perfect bone structure or a chiseled bod that bulged, although judging from the way he filled out his suit, he was plenty built. It was more about the character in his face, from the strong nose to square jaw. Plus, the guy had dreamy blue eyes and a bit of salt and pepper in his hair. Oooh, I love older men. Give me someone who knows his way around a woman’s body because I’ll take him over a twenty year-old bonehead any day of the week.
I clicked on Robert’s pictures and was impressed. He seemed to travel widely, with photos of the desert behind him, as well as the Taj Mahal and the Kremlin. Wow. The only exotic place I’ve been to is Hawaii. We went to Maui for a family reunion, and after that event, I needed a vacation from my vacation because it was so stressful.
But Robert seemed to genuinely travel a lot, and I squinted while taking in more pictures. One photo seemed to be him kayaking on the Amazon River, while another showed … the North Pole? I blinked. It was crazy, but there was definitely a penguin waddling in the background.