The first real hesitation is not about the decision itself: it comes when you look at that empty, austere search bar that dares you to type the right word. You are not looking for a dictionary: you are trying to understand who you can trust before you have even put your own thoughts into words.

You type gigolo and the word brings with it an echo of an eighties film, soft lighting and red velvet. You try escort and the screen immediately fills with glossy ads lined up like shop windows. Typing companion feels like a cautious euphemism, an elegant suit placed over a word that still frightens. Each of these terms takes you to a different, colourful corner of the internet and, paradoxically, none of the results really agrees with the others.

What you find after trying all three does not clear the fog. Wikipedia settles the matter by defining a gigolo simply as someone who provides services to women, in categorical terms, with no room for nuance[1]. Two minutes later you open an Italian portal and the definition softens: it speaks of companionship and sometimes sex, and that “sometimes” suddenly changes the entire picture. A local newspaper, meanwhile, leaves the service itself aside and focuses on social judgement: the work is the same, simply done by a man, and only the way people look at it changes. Three tabs, three worlds, and none gives you a concrete answer. Understanding where these words come from is a fascinating story, but knowing that gigolo is a loanword from French tells you nothing about the person you will meet behind the label.

From my point of view, the reason for this confusion is very pragmatic: almost none of those texts is describing reality; almost all of them are dressing a shop window. A definition designed to sell is shaped by what it needs you to buy, and neutrality on a web page costs time and care.

If you are looking for a clear dividing line between the word gigolo and the word escort, the most honest answer is that there is no agreed line: very often they are simply two commercial labels wrapped around the same work.

The real divide is not between dictionaries, but between two completely opposite ways of understanding the encounter. On one side there is the pre-packaged, purely transactional service: a price list to scroll through, a sequence of performances to tick off and an evening to be delivered as if under contract. On the other there is a tailored experience built on rapport: an encounter whose shape develops as it happens instead of being decided in advance, at the pace the two of you set. The labels in the shop window do not tell you which of these two worlds you are about to enter: you sense that immediately from the tone, the courtesy and the way those first conversations unfold.

Behind the shop window: how to tell who is really in front of you

There is a simple test that quickly tells you whether you are looking at a real person or a scripted performance: open two different pages of the same website and compare the person each page describes.

Take a well-known Italian agency. On the page that lists the profiles, designed for someone who already knows what she wants and is simply comparing the options, the gigolo is described without euphemism as a man who offers company and sex in exchange for payment. If you then move to the page that tries to reassure someone who is still hesitating, perhaps by challenging common stereotypes, the very same profile is recast as “a companion with charm and presence”. Sex is now only between the lines. The professional is the same, but the emotional temperature of the page has changed completely.

Two pages side by side on a walnut table: on the left, an ad page filled with coloured boxes and male bodies; on the right, an author's page with the same portrait in black and white and a single column of text, the same companion described in two different ways depending on who is meant to read it.

Another portal gives an even clearer example: it explains that the escort offers company in exchange for money without explicitly advertising sexual services. Pay attention here, because we are coming to one of the central points. The difference presented to you as structural is only a writing strategy. It is not about what happens behind closed doors, but about what was written on the sign before you walked in.

Finally, you can read the page that sells and then the one that reassures: when the man being described seems to split into two, what you are looking at is one ad written twice, because the first version was too blunt.

A detailed list forces things into categories, while what is not decided in advance cannot be catalogued.

So who are the other women? Beyond the stereotype of a gigolo’s clients

The cliché of the perfect seducer is not the only one that distorts this industry. When you scroll through the various online descriptions of “typical clients”, you soon come across the stereotype of the mature, successful woman who is alone. It is a portrait that appears everywhere, with small variations but essentially unchanged.

At this point, the temptation would be to tell you that this portrait is entirely an invention of marketing, but that would not be completely accurate.

That woman does exist, and there is a kernel of truth in that portrait. Being able to afford to invest in yourself without having to answer to anyone is a hard-won freedom, and not one that everybody has. But that portrait is not the only one, it is simply the most convenient story to tell, the easiest image to reach for, the one that lets people apply a label without thinking.

The stories that do not fit the portrait: reality beyond the cliché

Fortunately, reality is far more varied. Alongside the cinematic cliché of the rich, capricious older woman in a silk robe, there are completely different stories, often more human and less manufactured.

A small marble café table with two places being used at once: on one side, a leather bag, a silk scarf and reading glasses resting on a book; on the other, a scratched phone, a set of keys and a denim jacket over the back of the chair: two different women at the same table, because a gigolo's clients do not all fit into a single portrait.

I could tell you about that young woman just over twenty who, after months of unsatisfying dates and fragile male egos, decided to rebel against the worn-out promises of online dating by trusting someone who would not treat her like just another name on a list.

Or I could tell you about that experience with a woman with fifty years of marriage behind her, who was looking neither for an escape nor for a way to repair something, but for the honest luxury of satisfying a curiosity she had left hanging for a long time, and the calm maturity to stop putting it off.

Moving from personal experiences to public accounts, a woman interviewed by a German publication summed up her choice with disarming elegance: she wanted to remain free without giving up intimacy[2]. It is a perspective that marketing struggles to categorise, because this is about managing your own space, not solving a problem, and a problem to solve is much easier to sell.

A study of twenty-one women in Australia who had used these services also found that many came away with greater confidence and a greater ability to direct the sexual experience[3]. That is another of those central points: directing. In the commercial narrative, the woman is a passive presence receiving attention. By contrast, in those interviews, the participants describe a greater ability to initiate, negotiate and direct the sexual experience.

How to tell if a companion is really listening to you

By now the real risk should be clear: it comes after the search, when you find yourself with someone who measures you against his own ideas and preconceptions, shutting you inside one or another of his “packages” and, in the end, taking the substance out of your choice.

When a Canadian psychologist living in Australia booked an encounter for her seventieth birthday, she asked for something specific: an erotic massage and an orgasm[4]. The man who arrived brought her his own idea of what a woman of that age wants, namely small talk, affection and tenderness, and kept returning to it for almost three hours without ever coming close to what she desired. She stopped him with twenty minutes left, and the following morning asked for a refund, which she received.

A stack of typed pages like a theatre script, with some lines highlighted in yellow and the highlighter still uncapped, lying on the freshly made bed of a hotel room beside a folded jacket: the companion's words had already been decided before the encounter began.

What was the mistake? Trying too hard? Perhaps, but above all getting stuck in his own narrative, a prisoner of his own assumptions. Some time later, the same woman met another professional who arrived without a script to perform, and the evening naturally took the shape she wanted.

There are two lessons here:

The first is that a disaster like this cannot be fixed on the spot, once you are already there: you avoid it earlier, in the conversations that come before the encounter.

The second is that conversation is not enough without a genuine willingness to accept what emerges. That man had made the call before turning up at her door, and he knew perfectly well what she had asked for. But once he arrived, he set her answer aside to make room for his own preconception. Asking questions is easy; the difficult part, the one that changes everything, is truly making room for the answer, without the temptation to correct it, filter it or decide on your behalf what is best for you.

How to check that he is really listening before you meet

The promise of “empathy and sensitivity” that appears on every website counts for very little if you cannot test it. The tool you have for measuring it is cruder, but much harder to get around: look at what he does with your answers. A question on its own says nothing, because someone can ask and still arrive with his mind already made up; what matters is whether what he proposes actually reflects what you told him.

Anyone who tells you how you feel before they even know you is not listening to you: they are cataloguing you.

How do I know if this is what I am looking for

There are countless pages explaining why a woman might book, and you have probably already found all of them: loneliness, curiosity, lack of time, the desire to feel desired, the wish for something different. None of those pages, however, helps you understand in advance whether this is what you are looking for. Above all, none considers the possibility that the answer might be no, which is understandable, since they are written by people who have an interest in getting you to book.

Understanding whether this path is right for you requires looking beyond the available options and focusing on what you are asking for and what you expect from this time:

If you are looking for the coldness of a predetermined script, what you essentially need is someone who does not focus on what you want or how you feel, but only on the bare transactional side of sex in exchange for money. Profiles offering male prostitution in its simplest form are plentiful, easily recognisable by the care (or rather the lack of it) with which the men behind them describe themselves in exhaustive pornographic detail.

If what you are looking for is time free from expectations, in which the encounter takes shape step by step, with respect for consent and without having to prove anything, then yes: this could be the answer.

And if, while reading these lines, you have not recognised yourself in either of them, that too is a valuable answer, probably more useful than any definition you were looking for when you opened this page.

Can I say no or change my mind during the encounter?

Going back to that empty search bar at the beginning, often the real question hidden behind every search is about something else: whether you are free to say no or to stop, and whether sex is a compulsory step or a possibility to consider together, moment by moment.

Industry pages answer the usual question in great detail. Almost nobody answers this more intimate, more vulnerable one, and silence on a question like this is already an answer, except it is the wrong one.

Where there is no script, changing direction does not ruin the scene. My role is to let the encounter flow naturally; the final word is yours: how close we come, when to slow down, when to say stop, without ever having to justify yourself.


Author's note

The stories of clients that appear in this article come from my direct experience and are told without details that would allow anyone to identify the people involved. The sources cited support the data and the accounts published elsewhere; the interpretations are mine. The agencies and portals whose definitions I quote are deliberately unnamed: what matters is the practice, not who carries it out.

Cited sources

  1. "Prostitución masculina" (in Spanish). Wikipedia. · "La palabra gigoló se refiere exclusivamente a prostitutos que prestan sus servicios a mujeres". ↩
  2. Martens, K. (2025). "Callboy buchen: Drei Frauen erzählen von ihren Erfahrungen" (in German). Watson, 22 June. · Three clients describe three different reasons. ↩
  3. Caldwell, H. and de Wit, J. (2021). "Women's experiences buying sex in Australia: Egalitarian powermoves". Sexualities, 24(4), 549–573. · Twenty-one women interviewed: the participants describe greater ability and confidence in initiating, negotiating and directing. ↩
  4. Rice, G. (2026). "I Hired A Sex Worker To Celebrate My 70th Birthday. But That's Just The Beginning Of The Story". HuffPost Personal, 3 April. · The first professional "got stuck in his own narrative that older women wanted a 'boyfriend experience'". ↩