Remy
REMY
O ne quiet afternoon, I return to Untitled S the last website I was on categorized women as Gold, Silver, or Bronze.
After going through enough profiles, I crack the code.
Women in the Chardonnay category have more experience, and stricter rules: hotels must be rated four stars or higher and approved prior to meeting; going over the time limit will incur an automatic charge; exclusivity is offered, and their nightly rate is only available upon request.
This would be S’s category, surely…
Then I think: clients . S must have clients.
Escorts in the Chardonnay category must possess the ability to cater to every possible clientele.
I think of the real Simone and her cool demeanor.
What comes across as standoffish might just be because she’s a blank canvas.
I decide that, since S has to be so many different people for her clients, when she’s off the clock, it’s simpler for her to be more reserved.
I think of S as a Barbie doll, waiting to be broken out of her packaging and given an identity determined by the one holding her.
The more I breathe life into S, the more I believe she is remarkable.
Everyone thinks they have her figured out, everyone attempts to assign labels to her, but only S will ever truly know who S is.
That is how I once felt, and in some ways still feel, about Simone.
Ever since we bumped into each other at Esther’s book event, I have wanted to know more about her, and being kept at arm’s length created the character of S.
She became a world where I could explore what went on in Simone’s life, in her head, and in her heart, without fear of repercussion, without having to ask her questions she might never want to answer…