Let me start with a confession: I like to take things slow.
Afflicted with a love of good food shared with great company, my favourite kind of dinner is a relaxed one, with a side order of conversation that has us both leaning in conspiratorially. There is an alchemy at work that mustn’t be rushed. So naturally, I’m always the very last table in a restaurant, oblivious to the staff’s subtle hints to wrap things up. They’re eager to get home, but our night’s just getting started.
I’ve never believed in rushing life’s pleasures. I’m happiest taking my time to explore: whether that’s with my film camera in my hand, wandering London’s National Portrait Gallery, sat at my piano trying to crack Grieg or wild camping in the Lake District. I’m interested in play, in experimentation, in adventure: in feeling alive.
I wanted a life rich in that feeling of abundant aliveness; those ‘roar of the crowd as the band takes to the stage’, mindblowing sunset on a Thai island, ‘Laughing so hard I can’t quite breathe’ moments.
So perhaps it’s unsurprising that I found myself as a London Independent Escort, in a world that beats to the rhythm of ‘yes’, ‘more’ and ‘deeper’. Here was life with the boring bits cut out, where every last drop of delight could be thrown back like a shot of tequila. Because curves like mine – An hourglass you could tell time on if only you could remember your name – deserve to be savoured. Are you the one to savour them?