I started hiring when i was 23, not because i was ugly or anything, but because i had a very good, very lucrative, but demanding career, i was bi curious, and i didn't have the time to date. In the beginning, a lot of escorts took advantage of my ignorance of how things worked, but i did find an escort my age and who showed me everything i ever wanted. Eventually i saw him every saturday night, and we would do proper dates before heading back for fun. He still charged me, but gave me some pretty big discounts by that time. I completely fell for him. Then my job needed me to move from LA to New York, and i asked him to go with me, but he also worked porn, and his studio was in LA, and he wasn't interested in giving it up. We met a few times over the next few years, but not much. About 6 years later he got in touch. He said he was ready to settle down, and i wasn't obsessed with him anymore, but agreed to meet for oldtimes sake. I found that time had not been kind. The years of partying and drug use had taken its toll physically and mentally, and i had to walk away. It still makes me sad.
