Look. Dating apps are a nightmare for someone like me. I'm autistic and the constant performance of trying to impress someone, reading subtle social cues, managing expectations. It's exhausting.
Escorts provide something different. A clear transaction. No guesswork. I know exactly what's happening, how long it'll last, what we'll do. There's a predictability that my brain craves. When I book Sarah from the north Belfast agency, I know precisely what I'm getting: 90 minutes, specific services, no emotional complications.
Northern Ireland's weird about sex work. Super conservative on the surface, but everyone knows it's happening. I'm not ashamed. This works for me in a way traditional dating never has. My autism means I struggle with the unspoken rules of dating. With an escort, everything is spoken. Explicit. Negotiated.
The last time I used Tinder, I spent three weeks messaging someone who ghosted me. Three weeks. With Sarah, I spend money, get what I want, we're both satisfied. No games.
It's not just about sex. It's about human connection without the overwhelming social script that neurotypical people seem to find so easy. And honestly? Sometimes that's exactly what I need.