How I sold my time, but not my soul

People often ask me: “Why did you become an escort? You used to work at a school!” 
Exactly. That’s why. I spent years, working at a school, surrounded by children, teenagers, parents, teachers, paperwork, endless meetings, and people, who wanted everything from me, except paying me properly.
One day I looked at my paycheck and thought: “Wait… I have a degree, I’m educated, attractive, emotionally intelligent, I can communicate with difficult people…” Then I looked at my salary again. “Apparently, I’m also an idiot.” That was my career turning point. So I left education and entered the escort business.
And honestly? The transition was surprisingly easy. At school, I had to smile to people. As an escort, I still do that — but now there’s a financial reason. At school, men would promise: “I’ll do my homework tomorrow.” As an escort: “I’ll bring your gift next time.” Same energy, yet different age group. At school, I used to say: “Please behave yourself.” Now I say: Please, behave yourself. You’re paying for this.”
I also discovered, that wealthy men and teenagers have a lot in common. Both think, they know everything. Both want attention. Both become emotionally dramatic, when they don’t get, what they want. And both occasionally believe, that saying “I love you” should somehow replace actual effort. The only difference is that teenagers have an excuse, yet millionaires don’t.
So technically, I didn’t leave education. I just changed classrooms. And after years of teaching people for low money I finally started teaching people, who had plenty of it. My students are older now. The lessons are more expensive. And the homework is much more interesting.
But the biggest difference is: At school I was teaching rich people’s children. Now I’m teaching rich people themselves. And apparently, after all those years of education, I finally found a profession, where I get paid, what my diploma always promised me, I was worth.
Education failed me. Capitalism hired me.