External Link/Members OnlyThere is a reason it took me a week to write about Adele. Having met her twice, I now know she is unlike almost any other girl I have ever met – full stop. Note that I said ‘girl’, not ‘escort’ or ‘WG’. She is a girl that can be all things to all men: GFE, PSE, Courtesan or Companion. She is -that- adaptable. For Adele, men are books to be opened and slowly but voraciously devoured. She reads us like we wish our wives and girlfriends could read us. She is all of these things – and more:
educated
elegant
elfin
enchanting
endearing
energetic
engaging
entertaining
enthusiastic
erudite
exceptional
exemplary
exotic
exquisite
extraordinary
exuberant
The Good:The moment she greets you, you know that your experience and therefore very definition of punting has changed irrevocably and forever.
When you enter her apartment, you enter ‘Adele’s world’ – and what a world it truly is. Her sizeable home is immaculate. It is so utterly perfect for us visiting guests that I started joking with her that she has mild OCD. But Adele is not OCD, she is PFP: Pretty Fucking Perfect.
From the baroque ambience of her candlelit living room, past the bathroom with more shower gels than Boots HQ (plus a hand-written note to ‘mind the hot towel rail – it burns’) to the serene escape of her boudoir, there is not a single detail that has passed this thoughtful young woman by.
If that isn’t about as five star as I have ever experienced, I don’t know what is. Yes, her flat is sparse but it is sparse for a reason: Adele likes to live her life in a transparent, uncluttered fashion. She knows what is important – knowledge, experience and communication – and what is not: ‘stuff’.
To fully comprehend anything and everything that happens from this point on, stop reading now.
Close your eyes.Imagine your wildest fantasy with a 23-year-old girl who will do -whatever- you want, -however- you want. Then she will do it again – better than the first time. That’s because she observes, she listens, she strives – and she succeeds.
The Bad: N/AThe UglyThe moment you step back out onto ********** Terrace. The post-Adele comedown is a hard one. She has elevated you into the stratosphere before letting you gently glide back to earth with the realisation that she is utterly spectacular.
Final wordsIf I were to choose just one girl from the many hundreds I have met over the years to whisk away to a dessert island, it would be Adele.
Adele is like a Swiss army knife: dependable, essential, versatile. But she is also wildly addictive and thoroughly intoxicating. I like her so much that I seriously wonder if it would be dangerous to keep returning. A life without Adele in it is a darker one for a good reason:
Adele can see into the Souls of Men.
Meet this young woman and I defy you not to return. You have been warned.
In my opinion, any attempt to ‘rate’ Adele is fruitless – she is way off any scale I could use to adequately measure either her mesmerising, devastating eyes or her considerable skills as a hostess.
500/10Ditto with ‘service’. The closest I could imagine would be reincarnation as a Prince in Renaissance Italy. When you are with Adele, you receive a truly ‘royal’ treatment and she is amenable to your every wish and desire.
As above.Overall score -
Summa cum laude