I have a confession to make: I wasn’t entirely straightforward with you about my intentions when I first reached out to you. Before we exchange pleasantries and go on our separate ways, I’d like to come clean and I hope you’ll indulge me as I do so.
As a freelance journalist, I’ve been exploring how the use of technology has transformed the burgeoning “independent” escort industry in Las Vegas and how that has affected the economies of legalized brothels. Part of my research involved reaching out to escorts and courtesans and doing as much poking around on the interwebs as I could on the topic, which lead me to your profile.
Under the guise of an interested customer, I contacted you to probe your experiences for the sake of my research, at least at first, but I’ll get to that in a minute. I’ve been operating in stealth mode, not broadcasting my agenda, and I apologize for not being upfront about that. As a rule, I always try and get an undisturbed perspective of the topics I delve into, especially when they are provocative, and sometimes the best way to do that is to slink under the radar.
Much like you, I have a secret life. My alter ego is a gentle giant addicted to cycling and sex (sometimes at the same time) and a scientist whose government work is shrouded in inane secrecy. It is my passion, but more often then not the sterility that comes with working in such a vacuum leaves me feeling detached and apathetic. Freelancing under an alias allows me to explore the world through a lens deeply incongruous with the boundaries of my other identity –something I think you can relate to.
The rest of this confessional is best told through an excerpt from the larger story I was working on that was excised because it became too personal. As you can see, you have left a lasting impression on me, even if it can be chalked up to being a silly infatuation.
Knowing that we’ve never met and only having gotten to know your persona through a digital grab bag of posts, tweets and blogs, I can say with sincerity that you captivated me in that brief time. You are truly a phenomenon and I hope that those who are lucky enough to have experienced you appreciate that fact. I hope our paths cross someday, maybe when we’re much older – when you’re flesh is in less demand and my psyche has had time to recover. Dinner for two in 2050? I’ll bring dessert. (chocolate cake from a recipe that has been in my family for six generations and, if I have my way, will be the last thing I taste as I depart this earth…)
It’s a date. Let’s meet on the twelve o’clock shuttle to Alpha Centari.