Dating's always been a minefield for me. The constant social performance, the unspoken rules, the anxiety of reading signals. As an autistic guy in Belfast, traditional dating feels like trying to solve a complex algorithm without the instruction manual.
Escorts, though? They're direct. Transactional. There's a clarity I deeply appreciate. I know exactly what's happening, what's expected. No guesswork about whether I'm reading her signals right or if I'm saying the wrong thing.
My last few attempts with dating apps were disasters. One woman got frustrated when I didn't maintain eye contact. Another seemed annoyed that I explained a technical problem in detail during our first coffee meet. With escorts, my neurodivergent traits aren't a problem. They're professionals. They understand how to make someone feel comfortable.
This isn't just about sex. It's about intimacy without the exhausting social script. A predictable encounter where I can be myself, where touch and connection happen without me having to perform some neurotypical mating dance.
Northern Ireland's complicated about sex work. We're still pretty conservative. But for someone like me, it's a lifeline. A way to experience human connection that doesn't feel like constant translation.