He’s 21, handpicked by the rest from the row of them right before us, and he sat right next to the huge space next to me after everyone, well, huddled together to make us enough space to lie down.

He’s tall, suave, and his handshake was warm..

My disinterest took a turn when I realised he is half Singaporean, making the conversation easier, with more things we could relate to.

He’s new to the field, he’s fun, and he has a coolness about him not much others there had(the others annoyed me no end especially the….).

He’s bloody 21.

He squatted down abashedly when he forgot the lyrics to the song he was singing, and gave a cheeky smile. He came back to the table, unaffected that we hadn’t gotten him any garlands.

The annoying Chinese female staff displayed the ultimate 2-faced when I rejected her suggestion of paying for a garland for him, and her look was pretty priceless, before it took a second too long for her to return to her usual composure.

We exited out of the club, and it was interesting how he was honest, upfront, and very realistic about what he was doing.

He towered over me, and if not for his age, I would almost think he could well offer ladies the kind of security, and protection we look for.

What impressed me most was his easygoingness, and.. honesty.

And I actually could understand why paying for such experience could be so gratifying.

Because you always know what you are getting, however staged, and the part I liked about last night, about him, was that unlike others, it was hardly staged.

And it was nice to know, money can buy you a good looking companion, brilliant conversations, desire, sex, and even…. honesty.

I remember laying in bed yesterday, feeling real cosy. I finally managed to sleep through, and the bad dreams no longer making their presence known.

And I finally am starting to feel hungry and getting my huge appetite back. Yum.