This title sounds so inappropriate, but I don't know any other way to say it...my prostitute passed away

I was born and raised in the USA. I've never been to Scandinavia, but I do recall one client I had years ago who was from there and an absolute joy to be around...he would say the funniest things in his accent and was so adorably shy. He would blush when conversations turned sexual, it was the cutest thing!

Oh and yes, I'm VERY VERY happy to have gotten out. It was really difficult for me at first because all of my peers/coworkers and my regular clients that had morphed into friends were all people I met while doing sex work and to make a clean break I had to delete all their contact info and change my emails and contact info so they can no longer reach me either. So, it was an adjustment on a lot of levels and I've had no help or support from charities, family or the government. Oh, one consequence that I should have expected but never really saw is coming is that my ability to date has been ruined! At least as a sex worker when I had a date with a client where we didn't really hit it off I could say "well, at least I made money so it wasn't a waste of my time even if I didn't enjoy myself" and sometimes I had awesome clients who were very thoughtful and endearing and I got paid hundreds of dollars while also enjoying their company. Now, it just seems like such a gamble to go out on a real(non-paid) date because if the guy is not my type I feel like I just wasted multiple hours at dinner with someone and didn't even get paid for my trouble. I still have the habit of calculating the hours I spend with someone by my old hourly rate and get this feeling like I am being robbed of the money I could have made. Maybe with more time that feeling will go away, I hope so. But as of now I think my ability to be in legitimate romantic relationships has basically been forfeited.

Thank you for being so sweet and supportive!

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