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After my husband of 35 years passed away, I thought I had died with him.
After spending two years on my own I felt very alone and wanted to meet someone,
as my husband had said he didn't want me to be lonely if he passed away before me.
At 57 I could hardly throw on my stilettos and mini skirt, and go drinking in bars
and clubs so I joined an online dating agency only to find a mass of raging horny
men who were either passed it, destitute or just plain weird trying to take advantage
of lonely hearts.
Then one day whilst out in with friends drinking, a friend recommended select escorts
to me. I thought it was a ridiculous idea at first to hire companionship. I didn’t
think much about it until a month or so later when the same group of friends at
the pub invited me to London to see a show and do some shopping for a long weekend.
The friend who recommended select to me previously was doing her own thing and had
a separate engagement for the first evening instead of the theatre. She didn’t exactly
say what she was doing but made it quite clear she had other arrangements.
That evening our group of golden girls as we prefer to call ourselves all congregated
in the hotel reception waiting for our taxi to whisk us off to the restaurant and
then onto Drury lane to see ‘les miserable’. We were all brimming as we looked at
each others outfits all hoping we’d successfully outdone the next in the wardrobe
department, when all of a sudden the most beautiful specimen of a black man finely
dressed walked into the reception.
The entire group of weekenders all dropped their jaws and started to blush feeling
a little embarrassed hoping that no-one had seen the glint in their eyes, as most
of them were married. All of a sudden our other friend seemed to appear from out
of thin air as I was transfixed on the man with curiosity to know who this man was
and where he was going.
She walked confidently towards to man and spoke to him on first name terms. He spoke
in a gentle voice to gesture her and then the both of them strolled towards the
lifts. The penny dropped he was a select escort; I was gob smacked and envious as
hell. All that evening I could not concentrate on anything else my mind was running
overtime imagining what they could be getting up to.
The following morning at breakfast before our shopping trip our friend was in the
restaurant smiling like a Cheshire cat I could see from her glow she definitely
got the cream last night. A few of the girls made sly remarks but I could tell they
like me were plain jealous.
To have a young fit stallion whose job it is to please women with their every desire
is the ultimate power trip for any middle aged woman. On the train back to the midlands
the friend took me aside and strongly recommended that I join select and take advantage
of a good thing.
Since joining select six months ago I treat myself to a weekend away once a month
to see a ‘friend’, and always return brimming from ear to ear like a cheshire cat.
Meow. Mrs Robinson Leicester
A good club for professionals on the move.
Mr Phillips. London
I was my brother’s best man, and used my membership to arrange him the best stag
party ever.
P Morrison. Essex
Probably the best club membership in the world.
Mrs Fox. Taunton
I used to go out on the town hoping to get lucky, now I simply login to the website
and order a take-out when I get peckish!!
F. Macfarlane. Glasgow
Yummy, select is my little hidden box of chocolates
Mrs Purnell. Bristol
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