Steve and I were coming up to our fifth date, and I felt pretty certain that he wanted to go that little bit further. However, as soon as I saw him that evening, I could tell that something was not right about him. I had just come off my London escorts shift, and was tired, but my senses was telling me that he was not feeling well. Yet, he insisted us on going out telling me that we were going to an extra special restaurant as I had crashed in so many hours at London escorts during the week. Sitting across the table from him, I noticed he looked very clammy and sticky.
I asked him if he had been in touch with somebody who had the flu, or some other kind of virus. He assured me that he was fine, but if this would have been a London escorts date, I would have cancelled the date and gone home. Most of the other girls at charlotte London escorts would have done the same thing when a date does look right. You never know what the problem is and you don’t want to pick anything up. I must admit that I was pretty hungry after a busy day with London escorts, and I ordered a steak. Steve smiled at me and ordered a steak as well. As he put his right arm on the table, I noticed that he was moving in a very awkward way.
I asked him if he was in pain, and he said that he had an old injury from playing squash. Surely, an old injury would not make you sweat like that I thought to myself, and cast my mind back to London escorts. I suddenly remembered one of my London escorts colleagues telling me about a gentleman who had suffered a heart attack on a date. We did not get as far as the steaks. Before I knew it Steve’s was clutching his chest and having severe breathing problems. I shouted for an ambulance as I rushed up to Steve. He was 52 years old, and I knew that he had a very stressful life running his own company in London. “Stay with me” I whispered to him. A few minutes later the ambulance crew came in through the door, Apparently they had been nearby and I think this may have saved Steve’s life.
I had picked Steve’s car keys out of his pocket, and his phone having every intention of coming to the hospital with him. The ambulance took off for nearby London Bridge hospital and I followed in Steve’s car. It was clear that things were serious. I felt desperate and once in the hospital I phoned a girl at London escorts to say I was not going to be in tomorrow. When dawn came, Steve opened his eyes and smiled at me. Somehow I knew that he was going to be alright, and two weeks later after a triple bypass, Steve and I continued our fifth date in much more gentle fashion and with a healthy bowl of chicken noodle soup instead of steak.