Why men book me and It’s Not always what you think
They don’t always come for what you assume.
Some men book me for a night, others just for a quiet afternoon. Some bring champagne. Others bring silence. What they all carry, though, is a reason — and it’s rarely about lust.
I’ve met recently divorced husbands learning how to be alone again. Business travelers escaping hotel-room loneliness. High-powered executives tired of women who only want them for who they are on paper.
They come because I listen. Because I never ask them to perform or pretend. Because with me, they don’t have to explain why their smile doesn’t quite reach their eyes tonight.
Some need a companion for an elite Dubai event. Others just want someone to watch the skyline with after midnight. I’ve been the plus-one at weddings, the muse during breakdowns, and the reason someone dared to laugh again.
“You make me feel human again. Not needed. Not wanted. Just human.”
And I carry that with me more than any gift or tip I’ve ever received.
Not everyone who books me is broken. Some are just bored of the surface-level. Some want depth without drama. Some want company without confusion.
And that’s what I give. Not just time - presence.
So why do men book me?
Because I make space for what the world forgets: being real.