reflections of purchased affections
Valentine's day has come and gone. I spent most of that day looking at fonts online, but also took some time for a bit of reflection on loves past. February 14th is such a strange day for couples and non-couples alike. Some perceive it to be forced and commercial, which of course is true, but its also an opportunity to express love. Not such a bad thing.
I thought I'd share my moment of bought-and-paid-for romance. It was at the end of my big CoTour project. I happened not to be dating anyone at that moment and thought about how nice it would be to share that celebration of a job well done with someone special. It struck me instead to enjoy the fact that I wasn't with anyone and to purchase a fake boyfriend for a night, blur perception a bit. So I hired a male escort, Alex, to show up at the closing party for the event and instructed him to treat me like an adored girlfriend. The effect was exactly as I'd hoped: it confused the living daylights out of all my friends and family. My mom and my sister kept trying to get him away from me thinking he was some kind of stalker. Alex was certainly not my type, which served to increase mystique, but at a certain point I had to tell my mom and sis that he was paid for that they should back off and let me reap the rewards of my purchase. He brought me flowers, got drinks for me, put his leather jacket over my shoulders when it got cold and his arm around my waist, and he did it all with convincing starry-eyes. I know he was thoroughly amused, and I can't describe my elation; it was worth every greenback I laid down. At the end of the night Alex fetched his yellow corvette and we screeched away into that platonic night.
