A broken heart. I was 30, she was 20.... she left for England permanently, after a year of dating. 2 months later my friend says that I haven't been looking after myself, that I needed a haircut from this one hairdresser. He said it was a special haircut, and it was going to cost me $100. I never had a haircut that cost me that much, he says, "trust me, just pay her the money and you're going to get the best haircut ever".
So I arrived at her place. She's this blonde lady, dressed normally except top is a bit low cut but nothing too unusual. I pay her $100. She gets out the clippers and starts cutting. When drying my hair, she gets really close, pressing her boobs on my face. Next thing she does is unzip my pants and starts playing with it. Then she sucks it. Then she takes off all her clothes and mounts me, no condom. 5 minutes later I was done.
Saw her for the next year every two to three weeks in the same way until I got over my girlfriend. I never had sex with an escort like I did with her, she was my like my temporary girlfriend, each time the sex got better and better. Then I moved to Vancouver and didn't do anything like that for 3 years since there were suddenly all these girls I met in the "big" city. Another heartbreak and then once again I saw an escort. This time I was "hooked".