GeorgeGG

An escort who eventually became a Platonic friend treated me to Waffle House once; I'm glad I took him up on his invitation and refrained from commenting. He lived for a while with his grandmother whose budget could afford Waffle House on rare occasions. The escort said he ate there out of respect for her and nostalgia, so whenever I go to a Waffle House, I think of them. Sadly, the escort died at age 23.

Me: Well, if you ever give this up I'd really appreciate it if you could let me know so you don't just up and leave. I like closure.
 
Him: This isn't about me 'leaving.' It's about you growing and learning and finding someone for real and leaving me.

A number of years ago, I engaged a young man, who was very new at escorting. He was attractive and billed himself as an experienced bottom. It became obvious that he was indeed a rookie; after a few moments of enjoyable thrusting, he glanced back at me and said, "After you cum, do you want to get some ice cream?" Ah, youth.