I am lucky enough to date some very rich and high profile gentlemen at London escorts. Most of them really do spoil me, and I love them for it. This year was my 30th birthday and I kind of let a couple of my favorite London escorts dates know that I was planning to have some time off and go to the Caribbean for my birthday. Peter, a gent that I have been dating at London escorts for the last five years, told me that he wanted to take me out for a special day and give me the ultimate treat. Well, I know Peter pretty well, and his idea of a treat is normally a day out at Wentworth golf club. He seems to be determined to get me into golf, but with all of the work that I have on at London escorts, I really don’t get the time. But, I do like Peter, and out of all the dates that I meet up with at charlotte London escorts, he is certainly one of my favorite dates. Not only that, but I really do enjoy my lunches at Wentworth golf club.
This morning did not start off any different. Peter had made to sure to contact charlotte London escorts for the best place to book sexy escorts and made sure that I was going to be available at 8 am. Yes, this very much sounded like a golf date, and I was ready at 8 am dressed in a pair of Rupert Bear checked trousers. As I stood down by the door, Peter pulled up in his car. As soon as I saw him I was convinced that we were going off to play golf. But if I would looked a little bit closer, I would have spotted the funny little smile that played on his face. He took my for breakfast at our usual place in London. Whenever he picked me up for a day out on a London escorts date, he would always take me for breakfast. I was forced to endure bacon and eggs with Peter telling me that I was one of the skinniest charlotte London escorts that he had ever dated and that I needed to eat. It was the same routine all of the time, and just like he always did, he did order me a rather large breakfast to keep me going all of the the to the 19th hole.
This guy was just so predictable. Anyway, after breakfast we got back in Peter’s car, but I did notice that we drove in a different direction. I asked him if we were not going for a golf day out, and he just told me that he had never said anything about golf. About ten minutes later, we pulled up outside a car dealership in South London. In the forecourt was the cutest little Mercedes parked with a pink ribbon bow on top of it. I took one look at Peter who had the biggest smile on his face. “ It is for you” he said with a smile. Only one problem with that my darling Peter, I am afraid that I can’t drive. Oh well, I think I am just going to have some time off from London escorts to go for driving lessons instead of golf lessons. I will forever be grateful for my cute little car.