A Little Bit Of Irony

I was thinking last night how nice it would be to fall asleep with someone's arms wrapped around me. Obviously, given my current health condition, I was not looking for sex. Just a little snuggle. I was feeling a little lonely, a little greedy and just tipsy enough to work up the nerve to search out some male companionship. I went on line and googled male escorts for my city. Then I googled straight male escorts for my city. The site I came across with the most selection had 11, most of which were gay and/or unattractive. Essentially there were two that were appealing enough to consider, one of which had an area code that was not local. I had a choice of one. His name was John Wayne. He had a nice body and a cowboy hat covering his face in his pictures. The pictures were classy and I texted him, "John?" It was 1 AM. I went to bed right after thinking if he did get back to me, I would just wake up. I got a response at 3 this afternoon. "This is John" Too late John! But for future knowledge we discussed rates and services via text. He asked if I wanted to book and I asked if his real name was Andrew. Based more on the way he texted than his photos I was fairly certain. Made me really glad I didn't have him over last night. He is the worst snuggler of life! There was about five minutes of silence, then the phone call, "Who is this?" I laugh, "It is you!!!" He hangs up and I tease him via text. He had told me his work name was Tyler. That's what you get for lying. He told me not to text him on his work number. I asked, what if I wanted to talk to John and not Andrew. Him and I are like oil and water but he's a good top. I thought keeping it pro would make it less complicated. I assured him I didn't know it was him when I texted him last night. He said he would top me if I wrote him a review on the site. We left it at that.

I don't know if that's what I want. Last time he came over he whined about his job for an hour, then at the end of the night he said to me, "You really would rather if I didn't talk at all." I jokingly said yes. We both knew I wasn't joking. That's why I want John and not Andrew. I want the professionalism, and I really don't want him to talk. I want the control that the client has. 

Posted from iPhone on the beach... Therefore unedited.