The dating scene is cooked. Between ghosting, breadcrumbing, situationships and the general emotional ineptitude of men raised on Reddit and Pornhub, it’s no wonder women are tapping out. But instead of swearing off sex altogether, some are choosing a different route: booking a male escort.
And not just any escort — a female vetted, emotionally intelligent, genuinely hot one. Welcome to the era of female-first pleasure, where hiring a companion isn’t taboo, it’s just good time management.
“It’s about reclaiming autonomy, confidence, and pleasure,” says Anna Grossman, founder of Her Confidant, Australia’s leading male escort agency for women. “Empowering women sexually, mentally and physically isn’t just important — it’s life changing.”
Hottest job ever. (Credit: iStock)
Grossman’s mission is clear: this isn’t about transactional sex. It’s about creating safe, luxe, emotionally nourishing experiences that leave women feeling seen, heard, and, well… thoroughly pleased. “Booking a night with a male escort should be part of your self-care toolkit,” she says, as casually as if she were recommending a Pilates class.
Of course, this kind of service doesn’t come cheap. We’re talking $500 an hour with a two-hour minimum, and up to $20,500 for a whole week. But what you’re paying for isn’t just sex — it’s trust, emotional intelligence, and a man who’s passed a multi-stage vetting process that would make the CIA sweat.
Before a man can officially call himself a Her Confidant companion, he has to pass a detailed questionnaire, an in-person interview, and a trial session with one of Grossman’s handpicked ‘triallists’ — women in their 30s and above who test potential hires on everything from conversation skills to… well, you know.
Samantha* is one of those women. She’s a confident and single business owner in Melbourne, and she’s trialled three escorts so far. “It’s basically a blind date,” she tells PEDESTRIAN.TV. “We don’t get to see photos. We just know his age, height, job, and why he wants to be a companion.”
The trial starts at a hotel bar (he pays for drinks, of course), where Samantha assesses his social skills. Can he carry a conversation? Make her feel comfortable? Ask questions that don’t make her want to crawl out of her skin?
Then, if the vibes are right, it’s upstairs for the rest of the trial. “Ideally, he opens doors, offers a bathrobe, suggests a massage,” she says. “He pops champagne, plays music, lights a candle. It’s romantic. It’s safe. It’s intentional.”
There’s a structure, sure, but there’s also freedom. Each date is designed to leave the woman feeling relaxed, cared for and completely in control. “He needs to take the lead and ensure the triallist enjoys herself,” Grossman says. “The next woman he sees won’t be a triallist. She’ll be a real client.”
It kind of sounds like a movie — the kind where you meet a ridiculously charming stranger in a swanky hotel, share flirty banter at the bar, and then head upstairs for an unforgettable night. Except in this version, you don’t have to worry about your safety, your boundaries, or whether he’s going to roll over and start snoring after he finishes. Bliss.
And maybe this isn’t as radical as it sounds. We’re already leading the way in conversations around body autonomy, the patriarchy, dating fatigue, and why monogamy isn’t a one-size-fits-all model. Why wouldn’t we also lead the charge on reclaiming our pleasure — in real life?
“Plenty of men assume they’d be naturals, but this job isn’t for everyone,” Grossman says. “Confidence is key, yes, but it’s so much more than that. He has to be kind, genuine, emotionally available. He has to love women.”
It’s a refreshing reversal of power. Women of all ages — single, divorced, self-assured — get to decide who’s worthy of their time. Of their energy. Of their bodies. These triallists are educated, empathetic, and deeply intuitive. Most of them know Grossman personally, which keeps the trial process tight and trusted. My question is, how do I become one of the inner circle blessed with this job title?
Samantha puts it best: “It’s replaced my need to date. The pressure is off me. I don’t have to prove anything. He leads, I relax. I can literally just lie there and think of England. It’s heaven.”
And for the rest of us? It’s a reminder that you don’t have to settle for crumbs — emotionally, romantically, or sexually. Your pleasure doesn’t have to be complicated, performative, or a reward for someone else’s feelings. It can just be… yours.
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