My mate and I decided to date two girls from an elite London escorts service last Saturday night. I have been into dating cheap escorts in London for some time, but this was my friend’s first go at hooking up with a sexy girl from cheap escorts in London. He picked this really skinny girl. I took one look at her, and told him that she did not look like she was going to last the night, and sure enough, she did not really seem to have a lot of energy. I pick my usual girl, and as always, we ended up having a really good time.
The first thing we did was to take the girls to a really nice restaurant. My friend’s girl from cheap escorts in London ended up pushing the food around her plate and looking bored, but my girl tucked into the nice steak that I had ordered her. After that we enjoyed dessert and a really nice Bailey’s coffee. My friend and his skinny offering from London escorts looked on in horror as we tucked into both dessert and coffee. We both thought that it was a real treat.
After dinner, we went to to a bar in Soho which is also a dance club. My girl from London escorts love it because they play all of the great songs from the 80’s and 80’s. We took to the dance floor and sort of forgot about the other two. When I looked over to see what my mate was up to, he seemed to be sitting in the corner with his skinny waif from cheap escorts in London chatting a bit. How boring I thought. If you are out with a sexy girl, you may as well have some fun which I was doing.
There are lots of private clubs in London which stay open late, and after having danced for a couple of hours, we went on to one of those. It was time to slow things down a little and get in the mood. Sara and I made the most of it and enjoyed our champagne. The skinny waif from London escorts was by down looking tired, and my mate was looking bored. I really did not care, I had told him not to pick a super skinny girl from London escorts. They are so self conscious about their figures that they never have any fun.
I am not sure what happened after that, but when I woke up the next morning, Sara was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She was wearing a pair of my old pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt. We spent the rest of the morning tucking into smoked salmon, croissant and fresh orange juice. I thought about phoning my mate and ask if the skinny waif from London escorts had survived the night, but I could not be bothered. I suspected that she had, but I was not interested as I was enjoying the company of a real woman. Skinny girls are okay, but it is not really what I am looking for when I go out on a date with a girl.