Would you date a guy called, Bistophall? How about Aston Long, Dino Tuscano, Amor Cledius, Sample Model, or Ian Lawless? Better yet, would you pay to date them? They’d sure be happy to take your money. They’re male escorts and they aim to please.
I came across the above “man collection” while doing research for this post (yeah, sure, Pam). It reminded me of something that I often tell my girlfriends: everything changes after forty. Maybe I speak for myself but it seems that deep down, you’re more settled and confident. You’re letting go and opening to something new, fun, and freeing.
Including male escorts with names like gladiators or vanity plates. Or not. Is the concept of a woman paying for sex still too taboo and, well, whorish?
Not in France, it seems.
Late last year, the poster for a popular movie there, called “Cliente,” was plastered around the Paris Métro stations. It showed a slim woman in her fifties in a cocktail dress, reclining on a leather sofa. In the foreground, a man, his torso nude, slips two, hundred euro-notes into his pocket.
In the movie, Judith, the client, is a successful woman with no apparent problems and one secret: she uses sexual services of young men she finds on Internet escort sites.
I mean, why not? Why be lonely after your divorce? Why grieve over the ex-husband who ran away with a younger woman who looks just like you used to? Why bother reinventing yourself with another man and a new family? Why keep dating “Ben & Jerry” when all you want is to get laid? Take control. Buy your sexual fulfillment. Just like Judith.
Only in France, you say?
If only.
In 2006, Heidi Fleiss, the infamous Hollywood Madam, announced plans for her pleasure oasis in the Nevada desert. It is intended to be “a collection of luxurious bungalows featuring bedrooms with fireplaces where [women’s] sexual fantasies and desires are catered to, starting at $250 an hour.”
And then there are the “sex tourists.” While on vacation in spots like Jamaica, Thailand, or the Dominican Republic, it appears that some women pay for sex and the companionship of usually younger men. Others may stick closer to home, hiring their personal trainer, tennis coach or, yes, the pool boy for “services rendered.”
Times, they have changed. Women have money and they’re tired of online dating. They want their Dream Boy and they want him to take directions with a smile.
Surprisingly, I couldn’t find any recent information on Fleiss’ so-called, “Stud Farm.” I did, however, find a blog post indicating that Fleiss is now accepting “man-whore applications.” I wonder if she needs help screening candidates? (It’d be for research purposes only, of course.)
