The services I offer is the one whereby men pay you to sleep with them. That is how I survive. It is not something I am proud of, but life pushed me into it. Recently, I got contacted by this man in his 60s. To my surprise, the first time we met, even after he had paid, he did not sleep with me. Instead, he asked if we could just sit down and talk. At first, I was confused because this was not normal, but then he told me he just wanted someone to listen to him out of loneliness. He opened up to me that his wife of more than 30 years had finally left him. They had no children together. Because of her, he had cut off most of his family members and friends, and now, in his old age, he was left with nobody. He said he felt like his life had no meaning anymore. That day, we didn’t touch each other. We just sat there talking, and I could see the pain in his eyes. The next week, this same man contacted me again. Just like before, he didn’t try to touch me. He only wanted to talk. But this time, he went deeper. He shared how in all his 30 years of marriage, he had never once received a single gift from his wife. He said he was never celebrated, not even on his birthdays. I could see how much it hurt him. He broke down in front of me and admitted that sometimes, he just wished someone would remember him, even in the smallest way. That day, after telling me his story, he gave me extra money and begged me to please buy a gift for him and bring it along the next time we meet. I agreed, and when we saw again, I handed him the small gift I had bought. You needed to see his face that day. He asked me to sing “Happy Birthday to you” before giving him the gift, and as I sang, I saw him crying. He held onto the gift like it was the most precious thing in the world. The sight of that broke me. Since then, this has continued. Every time we meet, he asks me to surprise him with something new. It could be something small, but he says it makes him feel alive. The problem now is that I am running out of gift ideas, and each time, he expects something different. Beyond that, I have also found myself feeling something personal for this man. He has never judged me for the type of job I do. He has never slept with me, yet he pays me just to spend time with him and feel wanted. Sometimes, I think maybe it is because my dad abandoned us when I was young that I have started seeing this man as a father figure. At times, it feels like it is our weekly meet-up that is keeping him going, because he is not a happy man at all. Please, I need advice. What are the kind of gifts or things I can do for him just to make him happy? I want to keep seeing that smile on his face, but deep down, I am scared because I know he is slowly becoming more than just a client to me. What simple gift would you give to someone like this to make them feel loved?