I get asked fairly often whether an hour works. Or ninety minutes. The honest answer: no. And I get the question, I really do. You want to test the waters first, not commit right away — that's fair enough.
But it just doesn't work with us.
An hour is barely enough to arrive, in any real sense. You sit down, maybe you're still a bit tense from the day, it takes time for a conversation to actually go somewhere — and then the time's nearly up already. That's not a date, to me. That's an appointment.
That's not just something I decided at a desk, by the way. So many of my ladies have told me the same thing, almost word for word, over and over: nobody really feels seen in that kind of rush. Not them, not the guest.
That's why our dates start at two hours. Somewhere around there, something shifts — you stop checking the clock. A conversation stops being small talk and starts being real.
There's an exception, though: if the lady and the guest already know each other and have discussed beforehand that a shorter meeting works for them, we're happy to talk about it. That's not breaking our own principle — it's a deliberate choice made by both sides.
I know the fixed minimum puts some people off, especially if you're short on time or unsure the chemistry's even there. Fair enough. But that's exactly what the initial conversation is for — before anything gets booked at all.
Discreetly yours,
Lena