Thursday, January 13, 2011

It’s was early and the office was quiet, like a Saturday. It was an odd morning where everyone was out and our administrative assistant was home with a sick child. The phone rang and I looked at the computer screen and wonder who is calling that number.

“This is Gavin, remember me?”
“Of course I do. How are you?”

The conversation goes on; he came to Paris previous night and expected to leave this afternoon. That changed and he wants to see me. It has been, what, four years since I’d seen him and certainly didn’t expect to see him again. Though the business press provided updates on his activities.

“When were you thinking of getting together?”
“This afternoon at two? Let me check, would three work?”
“Good and yes that is still my wire number.”

After my lunch meeting I went home to freshen and retrieved Waldo for transportation, who I deposited at the valet stand. The Hilton La Defense is an indistinguishable, nouveau corporate property that presents the air of luxury without delivering the essence. The kind of place Gavin would be comfortable. Crossing the lobby I tried to remember when the last time I was there, it had been awhile, and these chain hotels all look alike.

He answered the door, almost before I was finished knocking. A hug and a kiss, followed by looks of mutual admiration. In truth he looked like hell. He had gained back some of the weight he lost and now was a slightly soft fifty year old, rather than the middle aged stud muffin of our last meeting. He looked tired, his color was washed out and he was noticeably greyer and balding. I hoped the past four years have been kinder to my appearance.

He offered me a drink and then we sat and talked. He asked about Kim & Co. and confessed that he looked us up now and again to see how we were doing. I asked about his business and he mostly avoided the question. I knew that the past two years were rough and even if he never teetered on the edge of bankruptcy, he was too close for comfort.

His phone rang, and he excused himself to take the call. After twenty minutes or so he returned and our conversation restarted. It was apparent that whatever his thoughts were when he called, now he wanted to talk. So we did and were regularly interrupted by phone calls, till finally at six his assistant called to say they needed to leave for a meeting.

As we were saying our good-bys, he asked if I came to England and could we get together. I told I could, but I’d need to plan as I wasn’t regularly going to London. He said he’d be in touch.



Anonymous VJ said...

Not uncommon I imagine. And the years are seldom kind for anyone. It's the rare 50 something that looks like something! Cheers, 'VJ'

4:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


I thought you stopped escorting, posting ads, and took down your escort website. Are you working again? Hope all is well.

7:27 AM  
Blogger Kim said...

Anon: Yes, yes, yes and no.

As an independent, I had a small number of clients, who have private channels to contact me that remain open.

Though business, I view those relationships as important and they shouldn't receive a disconnected or message undeliverable notification.

If I were to sort my clients by days spent with, Gavin would likely be at the top. He is a person I enjoy and I was sorry that our relationship ended, though it was entirely my fault.

Who and under what circumstances I choose to see someone is just that. Limited by commitments to others and my own extremities.


9:43 PM  

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