Salt Lake City just moved to the top of my vacation list.
Why? Well, Reader, it’s because of an escort service in Utah County. That’s why!
I am mostly kidding. I don’t have a vacation list. Yet you can color me intrigued by the idea of companionship. Some folk might indulge in the sins of the flesh, sampling a local flavor that doesn’t appear on a restaurant menu. Companions Escorts, the specific provider I looked at, offers that for in and out-of-towners. Though it doesn’t have to get down and dirty. Arm candy might be enough for a party you don’t want to go stag.
I’ve perused the bevy of beautiful brunettes on display and I wouldn’t mind them hanging on my elbow joints. They have class and a whole lot of assets; two of which are ears in case you want someone to listen to your problems. Though my problems are reserved for you, dear Reader.
Whether or not there is a specific fantasy you want to live out, Companions Escorts claims that both chemistry and conversation are par for the course. In this day and age that’s a dice roll with the Plenty of Free alternatives. Personally, I am done rolling dice. I’ll gladly pay for an evening with a girl who can pretend she wants to be around me.
No judgement here, dear Reader. Please. Don’t judge me.
I don’t know if I’ll be Utah-bound in the near future but I can say that I want to be. I want to try something new. I want to know if the experience is worth writing home about. Yet, I suspect I won’t because my mother might not enjoy vicarious companionship. And now I’ve ruined the fun I had looking into this.
If I find myself in the home of the Jazz I will try and follow the old adage: When in Utah, do as the Utahn do.