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Getting employed is largely a matter of chance . There are recruitment agencies
specialising in male escorts but the job description is different and the title is "gigolo" .
Gigolos are experienced professionals who provide a service. Toy boys are
inexperienced amateurs who receive one.
Most of our toy boys were Australian but a spattering came from the UK and
Canada. The typical candidate was bronzed, athletic and unworldly. They gave the
impression of having lived a life of total innocence until picked up by a thirty-plus lady
from the other side of the world. The term to describe her male equivalent is sugar
daddy. I like sugar mamma but will stick to modern terminology and refer to the ladies
as cougars ... after the big cat of the same name.
The most memorable of our cougars was Renata. I became aware of her presence
when a worried mum from Melbourne phoned to inquire about her eighteen-year-old
son, Robin. Mum was unhappy about the company he was keeping and it was a while
before she disclosed that Robin had gone off with an older woman whom he'd met at a
schoolies party.
At this point, I should explain that schoolies parties are held for school leavers.
They are an annual event and of great concern to parents a nd teachers who worry
about older males that gatecrash the parties and prey on young girls . I wondered if
anyone was keeping a lookout for older females.
Renata and Robin were on a scuba diving trip when mum phoned. I assured her
that they had gone out with a good dive company and were in competent hands but
that did little to calm her fears. In the end, I agreed to speak to Robin on his return.
I cornered the young man in the hostel garden, sipping a coke and sarsaparilla and
looking totally at peace with the world. There was no sign of Renata.
"How was the diving?"
I asked to get the conversation going.
"Awesome!"
"How did your friend like it?"
"Awesome!"
It wasn't much of a reply and I decided that Robin was a man of few words . But I
needn't have worried. He was soon waxing lyrically on Renata's charms . At thirty-five
she was almost twice his age. That didn't worry Robin. He was clearly flattered by her
attention.
He told me that his friend was a company accountant from Hamburg and she was in
Australia for her Christmas break. Renata lived in a fabulous apartment and knew lots
of famous people. They'd had a fantastic time together and he'd learnt a lot from her.
The last remark came with a touch of shyness and I didn't ask for details.
It seemed that his dream encounter was coming to an end. Renata would soon be
returning to Germany. Her company was negotiating a big contact and her financial
skills were needed. She boarded a plane a few days later and Robin returned to
Melbourne in good health and apparently no worse for wear.
I thought I had seen the last of Renata but I was wrong. She'd enjoyed her stay with
us and turned up at Christmas two years running . The hostel was a fruitful hunting
ground and she managed to find a young companion o n both occasions. Her
preference was for fresh-faced young men from sheltered backgrounds.
Not all cougars share Renata's tastes. Some like their young men tough and
brawny. Others go for a more delicate model. There are opportunities for most young
guys so long as they remember the two golden rules of cougar hunting.
1) Don' brag about your conquests (real or imaginary).
2) Don't pretend to be older than you are.
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