Apart from my double take and near-miss at Christmas with my auntie’s new boyfriend (who she’s still seeing and I’m still avoiding!) I haven’t been in awkward situations where it’s been a ‘fight or flight’. I am lucky because yesterday I received a phone call from Tom asking me to meet him, as soon as I had an available slot, in Café Nero, Kings Road in Chelsea. As it turned out, my available slot was at 10 am this morning, but he was adamant it wasn’t a date but rather an interview.

Dressed casually but in something to hint at my curves and assets, I chose a table by the window and a skinny latte to watch out for my date. For the first time in ages, I felt nervous. Promptly at 10 am, a blonde man of around 25 entered the shop. My radar caught the eyes, scanning the other customers and not buying a coffee. I caught his eye, and he immediately came over to confirm who I was. I liked his freckles and dimples and the essence of a man who spends much of his time on a rugby pitch. Anyway, my curiosity was piqued, so I went to business. What am I here for?

Double the difference

Tom explained that he was one of two brothers—twins. Jonathan was his mirror image but the complete opposite. For their 25th birthday, they wanted to hire a London escort (the same one) who would be up for rent. Thinking of my ghost-hunting weekend, I thought I was just about up for anything as long as I was not breaking the law. He looked at me earnestly and said, “Yes, something different or no?”

We discussed money and came to an amount that would be payable upfront to cover the two dates. Tom made a call, and I pencilled them in – one for Thursday and one for Friday. Then I got a flutter of butterflies, wondering what I was letting myself in for on earth! How different can twins be? I asked. They must be on opposite ends of the scale to come up with something like this. Either that or they have planned the exact two dates, and I have to report which twin I prefer. I can’t imagine I won’t be comparing them anyway. And it will be most interesting to discover whether they’re completely identical!

So that is the rest of my week taken care of – two hours with Tom tomorrow in Central London and a contrasting two hours with Jonathan goodness-knows-where on Friday – wish me luck.