Like a lot of other girls who work as escorts in London, I did eventually leave the London escorts service that I was working for and marry another guy. His name was Andy, and I did used to date him at London escorts. I liked all of my dates, but Andy was the only guy that I had fallen in love.
It was not instant. Rather it was that kind of love that sneaked up on me and took me by surprise. Anyway, to cut a long story short, it turned out that Andy and I had a lot in common. We spent hours talking on our London escorts dinner dates and in general, we could not get enough of each other. One night, when we were out at a business function with some of the other girls from my London escorts service attending as well, Andy asked me to marry him. I was a bit taken back, but at the same time, I must admit that I was pleased as punch.I had become convinced that Andy was the right man for me, and I could not get enough of him. Whenever he came to see me at London escorts, my heart would raise, and I could feel myself getting really excited. None of the other gentlemen I date at London escorts ever made me feel like that, and I just took it as meaning that there was something about Andy.
We got married the same week I left London escorts, and I was over the moon.Most of the gentlemen who date London escorts are busy and may not be so good at personal relationships. Andy was not any different, and I soon started to feel neglected. It was a little bit like I was just his trophy wife and he only wheeled me out on special occasions. Sure, it was great to live in a nice house, have a personal credit card and lots of fancy jewelry. But it was not really what I was after, and in the end we split up. It turned out that Andy did not really have time for wife in his life. We lost touch for a couple of years, and although I never went back to London escorts, we seemed to live totally separate lives.
It was not until about three years after our divorce, I had that Andy had suffered a heart attack. Despite everything I felt that I wanted to see him, and a couple of days later, I met up with a very much changed Andy. It was clear that this man was finally ready to commit to spending time with his partner, and his attitude to life had changed. We sort of fell in love again, and it was not long before we got remarried, and finally got around to starting a family. Better late than never, and it goes to prove, that sometimes second time around can really work out for you. Perhaps life is just a matter of timing.