How do you go back to reality? 

You know that feeling, right?

The one that hits about forty minutes after we close the hotel door behind us and blow you one last kiss from the hallway?

At first, you feel wonderful. You lie awake in bed, replaying every moment in your head. Your body feels exhausted, but your mind feels totally enlivened.

Then, the thoughts creep in.

Okay, we need to talk.

Not about dinner reservations or which city we're hoping to visit next, because we already know I have opinions about both.

We need to talk about those quiet moments. The ones where you assume I'm simply smiling politely, when in reality there's a whole world behind my eyes. Pragmatism is in my nature, and I have a healthy understanding of boundaries in this realm. I’d never want to impose or overstep. But my mind does wander. Can you blame me?

High-end companions are wonderful conversationalists. We're polished. We're charming. We know exactly when to ask about your trip to Kyoto and when to refill your glass. We know how to listen. But here's a little secret: some of the most interesting things I think never make it out of my mouth.

It All Begins Here

It All Begins Here