It is not always easy to meet nice guys when you work for escorts in London. Recently, I met this guy who I thought was really nice, but he turned out to be a right freak. The more I learned about him, the more he started to scare me. It was really frightening and in the end, I felt that I had to dump him. Like I said to my friends at sexy escorts in London, I felt that I could not control him at all, and that he did not really respect.
Of course, I am not the only girl at escorts in London who have been in this kind of situation. Some of the girls that I work with at London escorts have been forced to get the police involved. More than anything, I think that a lot of guys are fascinated by London escorts and are desperate to find out what we are all about. They see us as sexy goddesses and think that we are there to please men in general. It is almost like they think that they can treat us any way they like.
My boyfriend did not handle the break up very well. Fortunately, I had been kind of savvy and not given him the key to my flat. I am normally a very trusting person and happy to share my home with anybody. However, on this occasion, something stopped and said no. Listening to your gut instinct, and your heart, is something that you get really good at working for London escorts. Some of the gents that we do meet at escorts in London are pleasant, others are not and you learn to trust your first impression of a person.
Anyway, my ex would not give up on me. He started to text me and phone me all of the time. When I work for London escorts, I do need to keep my phone on and I did not want to give up on that. I ignored all of his calls and text messages. At one time, he even changed his phone number and that really freaked me out. Some of my colleagues at London escorts thought that he might turn into a sex pest.
In the end, I had enough. During our time together, I had met his mom and I soon realized that he was a bit of a mummy’s boy. His mum thought the world of him, and he was also a bit anxious to please her. One weekend, when he called me about 30 times, and waited outside my home, I told him to his face that I had enough. If he did not stop calling me, or stalking me, I would tell his mum. Somehow I felt a bit naive saying all of this, but it seemed to have work. He finally gave up on stalking me, and I have now been able to go back to my regular life at London escorts. I wonder how many other stalkers are scared of their mums?