I want, I want, I want…

Last weekend, I explored the lively Westfield Shopping Centre, just a ten-minute ride from Paddington, with a charming companion who enhanced the experience. Together, we tackled a big part of our shopping list, weaving through the vibrant shops. Yet, I reflected on how much simpler it would have been to click “add to cart" on Amazon, avoiding the long queues and crowds, which starkly contrast with the convenience of online shopping.

With our fingers intertwined and arms full of branded shopping bags, Victor playfully dragged me into nearly every men’s clothing store, defying the notion that guys aren't particular about fashion. As he enthusiastically tried on the latest trends, my mind wandered to those dazzling multi-colored glitter stilettos from Kurt Geiger on the first level, their enchanting sparkle captivating me. At the same time, he busied himself with his fiftieth jumper! Each of Victor’s choices prompted me to evaluate my wardrobe, weighing the allure of those £150 heels against my MasterCard balance, mindful of the fine line between wishfulness and financial prudence.

I pride myself on sensing when things might go awry, and I’ve observed Victor's frustration when plans go sideways. That day, I was eager to snag my favorite shoes, but Victor seemed ready for a change of scene. To maximise our outing, I proposed a quick detour to Pret a Manger, conveniently located on the first level. 

As we neared the cafe, the delicious scent of fresh coffee and artisan sandwiches drew us in. Riding the escalator, I caught Victor’s warm smile aimed at me, momentarily lifting our spirits. I considered how a short break could rejuvenate us. A quick mental note revealed it would take about 30 seconds to pass my gorgeous shoes after we indulged in a delightful snack.

This was an opportunity to enjoy each other's company while relishing our sensory experiences. Returning for those shoes was even more thrilling after we'd refreshed ourselves with food and drink.

“Well-fed men are happier men—often more receptive to persuasion!” Just around the corner was a massive Apple store, its shiny laptops and iPads beckoning. For a moment distracted from the knitwear, Victor stepped inside, embracing the lively atmosphere. As a London escort, patience is essential: I know my needs come second to my date’s. I observed him doting over a MacBook Pro while counting down until I could admire the display shoe.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the tranquil moment! Victor leaned in and gently kissed my forehead, his eyes sparkling. “You've been so patient today. Let me pick out something special for my beautiful girl. Shall we find a treat for you?" Joy welled up inside me, nearly overwhelming my senses. "Oh, you don't have to do that..." I replied softly, glancing down as my lashes cast shadows on my flushed cheeks. He playfully dismissed my modesty with a cheerful sound, his eager and teasing expression guiding us past the stylish Kurt Geiger storefront.

They were shimmering enticingly in the window, illuminated by warm lights—my dream shoes! Just ten thrilling minutes later, a shiny gift bag swayed from my arm, feeling deliciously heavy with anticipation. My date glowed with satisfaction as I let him "choose" a pair for me, even though I couldn’t ignore how expertly they’d influenced my decision-making process.

Victor seemed genuinely delighted to bring me happiness. However, as often happens during our outings, the day switched focus back to him and his plans, leading us to the trendy W12 area. I must admit, I have a fondness for West London now that I’ve discovered the fantastic Kurt Geiger store I had been missing out on!