An odd one. Am slightly bemused by the whole evening.
Dinner date. Met client at hotel bar, we had a drink, he took me upstairs to his suite and presented me with a beautifully wrapped Chanel box, some chocolates, and also my fee. Chanel unexpected but all good so far. Walk to restaurant and have dinner. Great view, bad food, lots to talk about. Mostly good. As desert is served, another plate is presented to me, on it, written in chocolate are the words 'First Date.' Weird.
First time I've ever been unsure what to say or do. I laughed awkwardly and said how nice. But it wasn't, it was odd. There was no sexual element to the evening at all. I'm quite relived tbh, I didn't want to have sex with him, I don't know why, I just didn't want to.
He's already asked to see me again next time he's in London.