Celebrating Anniversaries With My Men

I started my new year with a 10 year anniversary with my very first client I ever had in Montreal. Bringing back memories, enjoying the present moment, and sharing the amazement of time flying by under our noses. I started as an out-call masseur at $40/h, and escorting secretly at $100/h. He was the first, the very first. He even came to see me compete at a wrestling tournament, as did many of my clients. When I face the past, there is a tapestry of people and events that shape who I am today. I am lucky to be a small part of their lives, and only after a long acquaintance do we realize its importance.

Next anniversary this week was 5 years. We had a great time as usual, even better than the very first. I surprised him with a sushi dinner, which I know he likes so much and that he only eats it with me as none of his friends are adventurous eaters. None of us knew that we would find ourselves enjoying each others' company so many years later, but here we are.

Both guys are single gay men who live alone, and both know that perhaps it will remain that way for a long time. The comfort of an escort helps with the occasional urges, but what remains in long term memories are not specific sexual acts, but the kindness and gentleness that seems to be rare these days. Although these qualities are rarely what one seeks when choosing an escort for the first time, they certainly help to determine whether to return for another encounter.

Feelings of love are very intimidating. If you want to turn someone off at the beginning of a relationship all you have to do is say the three little words. But when it is never said by either party, it has a different effect. These bottled up emotions are never wasted, but instead condense into something more pure. I am at a loss of words to describe it further, but those who have ever felt this way with someone will recognize what I am attempting to convey.

Most of my guys don't remember the first time we met, and I don't keep any records either. But when they do remember and tell me, I make sure to do something special as a token of my appreciation to them. It is the least I can do for the men in my life, as it is important in any relationship to have special occasions and to acknowledge them.

We raise our glasses to remember the past, clink them together to honor the present moment, and drink to our future, where ever it may lead us. Cheers! *clink* gulp!