Many times when I’m about to meet a new escort, I try to develop a bit of a rapport via text, email or (horrors) on the phone. When it feels right, I will ask if I might bring a beverage of their choice. It’s usually met with a little surprise and then either a “no, thanks” or a “skinny latte“ and one time, “any chance you could find some blueberry wine?” It makes it fun because when I show up with with wine or the grapefruit juice (seriously) they’ve often forgotten. It’s the little things, gentlemen, that can break the ice and add a touch a class. I have drawn the line at Dom Perignon, however.