It’s not prostitution (supposedly), and it’s not a relationship but it is all that remains in-between. GFE and BFE stand for Girlfriend/Boyfriend Experience. If you are on a time-out from relationships but still long for intimacy, you can purchase perceived intimacy known as the Girl-Friend Experience or Boy-Friend Experience. So what exactly is this?

The experience involves spending time, typically on a date, with the male or female companion as if you were a couple. The fee for services is usually pre-determined and paid upfront before the experience begins. How does this differ from prostitution? Unlike a “John” situation where it’s Wham, Bam Thank You Ma’am, the GFE/BFE entails holding hands, kissing hugging, cuddling, and being really mushy. In addition, sex (oral or intercourse) can be negotiated in which after it’s over, you get to bath in each others arms (for a fee). The night ends with the distorted perception you have spent time with someone who cares about your well being.

Is this revolutionary or just another way to spin the wheel and make it seem not so, well…dirty? Unlike an escort who may be paid to attend a sophisticated event and be a good arm trophy, the GFE/BFE is just a typical date anywhere the John..oops, I meant Client, would like to go. WTF! If I had to guess I would imagine the client profile to be white male, middle aged, with Serial Killer tendencies.

Maybe I’m a little envious because someone thought of it before me. I would be willing to give the REAL GFE for free. Here it is;

When you pick me up, I complain because you are almost an hour late and the baby sitter has been on the clock. While riding in the car I change your radio station to what I want to hear then hop on my cell phone and tell my BFF about the new Usher song I’m listening too. Once we get to the restaurant, my BFF is already there with another mutual friend (I forgot to tell you they were coming). We all sit at the table and order drinks. As me and my girlfriends chat it up, you feel left out because you are not part of our conversation. While we sail through dinner (me and my girlfriends) laughing and ordering more drinks, you secretly become thankful there are big screen televisions to watch, then you wonder why you came on this date in the first place. The bill arrives and I, your GFE escort, slide it over to you without a minuscule of curiosity of the cost. We leave and bid my girlfriends good-bye. I, being the GFE, know you are hopeful that at least the night will end with sex BUT keeping it GFE REAL, I get out the car, tell you I had a good time, then trot my ass in the house bidding you farewell. That, good people, is the REAL GFE.

Now it’s your turn to tell me what you think, I’m listening,.Holla at ya Gyrl !