Monday, 24 December 2012

I find out that Ellie is an escort and decide to end the relationship.

It was Christmas eve at around 630pm and I was sitting on my sofa surfing the internet, waiting to pick up my friend James who was going to spend Christmas with me. Just a few hours before I was on my date with Ellie. For some reason I decided to type into Google: "Portia tantric massage". I was starting to have suspicions and the penny suddenly dropped. The following thoughts had been running through my head all day:

Suspicions:

1. When we were in Harrods Ellie had wads of cash. Thousands of pounds.

2. When were were talking about pen names she had told me about how she went by the name of Portia sometimes, but with no specific context.

3. I noticed sachets of lube in her handbag. Lots of these little sachets. Yet she was 22 not post menopausal.

4. She was going on and on about tantric massages.

5. The night before our date she had told me she was "at the house of a madam having a lesson" I thought she was joking but maybe she's serious?

I did a few searches for Portia Tantric Massage and there she was all over these sex sites (which have since been deleted). I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was in shock. I just stared at the websites in disbelief. I could not believe that my date was a prostitute. She came from what I thought was a decent family, was privately educated and highly intelligent. It was a total shock.

Eleanor de Freitas shopping in Harrods
Wads of cash in Harrods, when we were on our date.

Eleanor de Freitas text messages
The night before our date "I'm at the house of a madam"

Eleanor de Freitas aka escort Godess Portia
This is what I discovered on the internet shortly after our first date.