Our pretty ladies

Growing up, I dreamed of dining in a posh restaurant in London, wearing a beautiful designer dress and being on the arm of a handsome man. He would wine and dine me and maybe bring me flowers and jewels. He would hand me a box with a Cartier tennis bracelet, and we would laugh and look at each other in amazement. It sounds a bit like Pretty Woman escort-esque, but as a young lady in her late teens, this was my favourite film. Furthermore, shopping in Beverley Hills was most certainly one of my ambitions. 

Anyway, back to my fantasy. This gorgeous gentleman would be wearing a Gucci watch, a Georgio Armani suit and Prada shoes and have neat dark hair. He would smell divine and be very polite. After our delicious meal, we would go to the theatre, or maybe a jazz bar to dance like people courting would have done back in the day. Afterwards, we would walk along the Thames in the crisp London night and hold hands. 

Now, this sounds like real PG fun. If this were a Pretty Woman escort job, something else would end the night. There was... I will tell you...

My Richard Gere

Adnan is a 45-year-old billionaire. He inherited, worked for and generally let the interest build up on his fortune and likes to spend time with his favourite London escort and spoil her rotten. He has taken me to Dubai, New York and Milan. In addition, he promises many more trips abroad, which I am more than happy to accompany him on. He also has a good imagination and sparked the conversation of what I wanted from a man as I was growing up. So out came my Pretty Woman escort fantasy of being wooed olden-day style! So, we dressed up, we ate, we laughed, we strolled along the river...we ended up back at his Park Lane apartment. 

Oh, along with the Cartier tennis bracelet, it was a first-class ticket to LA. Beverley Hills, baby!! Pretty Woman escort fun, here I come! What an excellent fake lover he is!