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My biggest regret in life was not being honest with myself and admitting I was a lesbian. My parents were old fashioned and my mother had these expectations of a big job in the city and a rich husband for me. Also she wanted to be a grandmother and the endless comments often drove me crazy, but I hid it with a fake, frustrated smile on my face. My next biggest regret was getting engaged. He was a wonderful, kind, caring man and i felt I led him up the garden path with the engagement. Finally after a heart to heart with my best friend (who had always suspected something) I called the engagement off. I admitted to him how I had to acknowledge the fact I am a lesbian and apologised for leading him down the garden path. My mother was devastated and we did not speak for a while. I had this sense that she thought I had bought shame on the family.

However I had to be a bit selfish for once in my life as for the first time I felt happy. Comfortable with the fact that I had "come out" and I felt I had this whole new identity. I moved back to the Stansted area to live with my best friend. She was very supportive and suggested that I should get the know the local lesbian scene. I had never gone to a lesbian bar of club. I felt too embarrassed to ask my friend to come along to one. It wasn't the fact I was ashamed of being a lesbian but I was uncomfortable stepping into that environment in front of somebody I knew. I just didn't have the confidence and this was something of a personal journey for me. It is like sometimes in life it is easier to experience something with a stranger, opposed to somebody you know.

There was a lesbian bar that I always walked past on the way home from work. It always seem packed and busy; you could sense the strong party atmosphere. There were so many occasions on a Friday evening where I would muster the courage to get to the door of the club, only to find I couldn't enter and decided to just head on home. Each time it knocked my self confidence more and more and I was growing increasing frustrated. One evening when I got home from work I noticed my laptop was on and it was on an escort agency website. It was on a page which listed bisexual escorts. There was a note on a note pad that read "live your life". My best friend had obviously gone to all this trouble. At first I was outraged thinking it was very intrusive of her. After some thought I realised how lucky I was to have a friend who cared so much. After a few glasses of wine and looking through many portfolios of escorts, I found the page of a beautiful blonde English lady. She looked very classy and I thought maybe I could go out for a drink with her. So I rang up and booked an escort date with her for next Friday.

The week went by so slowly and when Friday came I was a nervous wreck. I met up with her and she was so friendly. We had a few drinks at this trendy bar that played live music and I just kind of got all emotional. It was a bit embarrassing really as i went through my whole life story. I told her about my engagement, my interfering mother, me coming out as a lesbian. I was actually slightly tearful. She handed me a tissue to wipe away the tears and I was grateful. she then suggested that we should head onto that lesbian bar. I was so nervous but at least tis time i had somebody who I didn't know with me for moral support. Oh the irony. As I stepped into the club I felt that I had walked into a new chapter of my life. Maybe I should entitle it - "Blonde Bisexual Escort In Stansted" New Beginning!