Magic act and escorts

I pay $65 an hour for his services. There are times I pay that much for just 40 minutes.
I would pay more if he would provide more services not listed on his business card.
It isn't that he is gorgeous, although that certainly adds to the value of the money I spend.
I do admit that he isn't every woman's type.
He is the type of heterosexual male that gives definition to the term metrosexual.
I am aging myself by making the following comparison but it is accurate; he looks like what Andy Gibb would have looked like at 40ish years old.
I mean exactly. If Andy Gibb had remained thin and kept a full head of hair.
He has mentioned that people of a certain age tell him the same often.
Although he is easy on the eyes, it is more than that, it is about the magic he performs.
What do you call it when a person is able to suspend reality and create an alternate reality for a period of time?
I call it magic.
The reality is the attraction is not reciprocated on his side and I am fully aware of that.
I am fully aware our interaction is based on the exchange of services for money.
I hold no delusions that when he puts my feet up and has me relax beneath the warm water to wash my hair with luxuriously scented shampoo that it is anything put professional.
And when he massages my scalp, temples, and neck with an expertise that relaxes me into a nearly coma-like state, I know it isn't personal, even if my cunt does start to twitch from the sheer pleasure of it.
But that part about my cunt, that's between me and you...I do my best not to moan while his hands manipulate the tension out of my neck beneath the flow of warm water.
I am sucker for a sensual massage.
I let reality slip while he is running his fingers through my hair and cutting it with expert precision because as we talk sexual innuendos are tossed about, flirtatious comments bring a blush to his cheeks, and intimate details are confessed.
I get completely distracted when he has to bend in such a way that he rubs against me or leans in so close that I notice the soft freckles beneath his eyes.
It's magical because he has the skill of suspending my reality to make me feel incredible, in the way a girl feels when she is 15 years old and her first crush says hi to her in the school hallway.
It's an hour long fantasy of having a man I find so exceptionally attractive, intelligent, and whitty cater to me.
The incredible way I feel after spending an hour with him isn't any less real because I pay him for his time and services, and by services I mean hair styling and the magic act.
So, it got me thinking about the upcoming social events of the holiday season and how I do not have anyone steady to attend the events with, and that a possible solution would be a male escort.
I did some research on the Internet and was disappointed to discover that this state is as lacking in male escorts as it is in decent available men in general.
I found one site that listed two men and another that was "gay escorts" for men.
Evidentially, there isn't a market for male escorts for women in this state.
Shame since finding a male the old fashion way just isn't something I have the time or patience to do before the holiday season is in full swing.