I had a nonescort situation similar to this. I met a guy, a billion years ago,of course, at the Ritch St. Baths and I fucked him silly. So I got his number and made a date. I picked him up, and,for the first time, realized that he was quite effeminate, even to the point of wearing a fur coat and what was close to a purse. I panicked as I didn't want to go anywhere where I might be recognized. It was totally stupid of me, I realized later. He was a nice guy, a great fuck, and I couldn't get into the effeminacy. We ate at an odd place and I took him home. I wish I could do it over again and treat him better.