Another Date

Once again, I had a date. With the same woman, no less. She was just as wonderful as our last meeting, perhaps even more so. Furthermore, I discovered just how beautiful South Beach can be during a Sunday night -- especially during the off-season. Getting a table at a restaurant is actually doable. Good times.

We were seated outside, cooled by the overhead fans that sprayed a frosty mist. The Atlantic roared from the storms that were churning off the coast, giving us the nice, natural background music. And when the moonlight began to bathe the scene in white shadows, it was like something out a dream.

"Do you ever just stop and realize how beautiful this place is?" she said. "I mean, I'm from Florida, but Miami isn't like the rest of Florida. Especially South Beach."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I love the north, and I still miss it, especially during the fall. But Miami is an amazing city. The traffic is hell and sometimes the people are a little rude, but..."

"Sometimes?" She grinned. "That's a nice way of putting it."

"All right, so the city's politeness quotient could use a little improving. But hey, at least their honest. There's only so many ways to interpret a middle finger while driving."

Her laugh was great, feminine without being ditzy. After dinner, we decided to kick off our shoes and take a walk on the sand. It was pleasant enough, though I almost did step on a washed-up jellyfish. Thankfully, my date jerked me away by the arm before I got a very unpleasant sting.

"Men never watch where they're going," she added. "If it weren't for us to save you, you'd all be in the ER."

"Very true."

Feeling a tad adventurous, I lifted her into my arms as we headed back. Spinning her around a few times seemed to delight her, something I noticed with a lot of women. After walking her back to her car, we kissed again, though this time it was a longer, deeper kiss.

But before you start thinking we ended up in bed, we didn't. Perhaps if she hadn't had to go to work the next morning, we would have. Beautiful as she is, sex isn't on my mind, at least not yet. Just one of many benefits of escorting. I get all the sex I can handle -- literally. This allows me to approach non-work relationships more cautiously.

Women seems to appreciate this approach, seeing how they normally have to contend with guys who say anything to get in their pants. Being a whore, getting into a woman's pants is my profession. Getting into her mind, her heart, that takes more than a slick line and a meal at a nice restaurant.

As for tonight, Monday night... I have a booking with a client. Though honestly, I wouldn't mind seeing my date again. Dare I say, I'd actually prefer it.