When we talk about a good or bad economy, its effects on each individual consumer are relative. I’m in the people business—more specifically, the business of making women feel good. Whether I’m offering a comforting presence or a discreet method of intimate connection, my ultimate goal is to provide pleasure.
As prices for necessities rise and taxes on products and services increase, disposable income shrinks. Luxuries take a back seat to essentials, and my working-class clients can no longer book my services as frequently as they once did. As my weekly client flow thins, so does my income. This reality is becoming harder not only for my bank account to handle but also for my personal desires.
I happen to love my job. Instead of giving my affection to women who only somewhat appreciate me, I now engage with those who enthusiastically express their desires. I cherish those peaceful evenings spent painting a ladyfriend’s toenails, sipping wine, and giving out-of-this-world foot rubs. Some of my partners particularly enjoy the intimate attention I provide. But as my business slows, my sex life is suffering as a result.
I adore women of all shades and ethnicities, but I’m beginning to discover a special appreciation for mature Asian women. Latinas and white women are equally delightful, but there’s something uniquely addictive about the company of mature Asian women. In fact, I can see myself marrying and starting a family with an Asian woman someday. If my future wife is open to it, I’d even consider housing her mother in our guesthouse.
At the end of the day, I’ve chosen this line of work not only to satisfy my personal desires but also to fast-track my income toward homeownership. I’m a small-business owner and an eligible bachelor—open to connections with anyone who might be interested.
