Our son was asked to serve as an escort to an elderly oil “baroness” last evening. The back story is that she is a benefactress to the arts in his college town. She’s no longer able to drive, and music professors at The Boy’s college ask young male students in the department to help her get to important arts events each year.
So our boy drove to a retirement home in his rusted, 21-year-old Jeep to pick up his extremely wealthy date last night, for a gala dinner and concert. I have no doubt at all that he was a charming and thoughtful escort, and that both of them had a lovely time.
My son, the gigolo.