People sometimes ask me how I ended up here. The question is asked with curiosity, rarely with judgement. And my answer often surprises them: there was neither chance nor constraint. Just a conscious, thoughtful, deliberate choice. The choice to live on my own terms, in a city that grounds me without confining me, cultivating what truly nourishes me: meaningful encounters.
A path without straight lines
My education taught me to think for myself. Studies that opened my mind rather than formatted it. I have always been drawn to people more than systems, to sincere exchanges more than predetermined paths. Very early on, I understood that my curiosity about human nature would never find satisfaction in an office with fixed hours.
Travel did the rest. Berlin, Paris, London, and more distant escapes still. Each city taught me something different about ways of being in the world. Multilingualism came naturally: when you truly love understanding people, you learn their languages. French, English, enough German to navigate German-speaking Switzerland, a few words of Italian for the pleasure of it.
But above all, I learned this: I did not want a predictable life.
The turning point: refusing ready-made boxes
There was a precise moment. Not dramatic, just luminous. I was sitting in a Geneva café one autumn afternoon, watching people hurrying towards their obligations. I realised I could choose differently. That freedom was not an inaccessible luxury, but a decision to be made.
I was not seeking the extraordinary or provocation. I simply wanted to be able to say yes to things that make me come alive, and no to everything else. To choose my encounters rather than endure them. To decide my own rhythm. To preserve my energy for what truly matters.
This occasional activity presented itself as an obvious choice. Not a full-time career, not a total identity. Rather a facet of my life, carefully delineated, intensely lived.
Why this activity, precisely?
Because it allows me to reconcile several things that are essential to me.
Freedom, first. The freedom to choose when, with whom, for how long. I chase no quota. Some months, I take only one or two appointments. Others, none at all. This rarity is not a marketing strategy — it is an inner necessity. I can only offer an authentic presence if I preserve it carefully.
The quality of exchanges, next. What attracts me are stimulating conversations. Men who have stories to tell, passions to share, a vision of the world that differs from mine but enriches me. I love learning from each encounter. Discovering a professional world I do not know, a passion for an unexpected subject, a way of seeing things that surprises me.
The diversity of profiles, too. Every man is different. The entrepreneur who travels constantly, the executive seeking a moment of true relaxation away from his social masks, the intellectual who needs to discuss literature or economics over a drink. This variety fascinates me.
And there is the sensual dimension, of course. I will not pretend otherwise: I love desire, physical attraction, carnal pleasure. The excitement of the unknown, the discovery of a new body, the intensity of a shared night. This is an essential part of the experience, not a secondary detail.
And then, there are those moments. Those instants when two people, for the span of an evening, create something unique. A lingering gaze, a spontaneous laugh, a conversation that drifts into unexpected territory. That tension rising, the excitement of desire, the pleasure of discovery. Time suspending its flight. Those moments when everything converges: mind, body, the present instant.
I do not believe these moments happen by chance. I believe in preparation, in attentiveness, in inner availability. And that is what I offer: a real presence, not a performance.
My values, my boundaries
Certain things are non-negotiable.
Authenticity, first. I refuse to play a role. If a man is looking for an embodied fantasy, a smooth and empty image, he will be disappointed. I am myself: with my thoughts, my reading, my opinions. With my silences too, because shared silence sometimes says more than much chatter.
Discretion, next. It is non-negotiable. I protect the intimacy of each encounter. What is lived between two people for the duration of an evening belongs to those two people, full stop. No indiscretion, no trace, no ambiguity. Trust is the foundation of everything.
Mutual respect, always. I only conceive of these encounters on equal footing. No power dynamic, no cold transaction. Two adults who choose to share a moment, with elegance and mutual consideration.
Quality over quantity, finally. I prefer two memorable encounters per month to a saturated schedule where each moment dilutes into the next. This rarity allows me to remain present, available, truly there. It is my personal luxury: being able to say no in order to better say yes.
Geneva and French-speaking Switzerland
Geneva offers everything needed to create beautiful experiences: restaurants where you can truly talk, hotels where discretion is understood without needing explanation, the lake that changes light with the hours, the mountains within sight. A human-scale city where quality always prevails.
Geneva also attracts a certain type of man. Travellers, often. Cultured, generally. Accustomed to excellence but weary of superficiality. This is exactly the profile I resonate with.
But what truly excites me are also the getaways to small Swiss towns. Montreux and its Belle Époque charm, Bern and its medieval arcades, the villages of Lavaux suspended between vineyards and lake. It is there, in these more intimate places, that some of the most beautiful moments are lived. Far from the bustle, in places where time seems to flow differently.
This flexible geography suits me: it reflects who I am. Anchored in Geneva but drawn to the diversity of the other treasures of French-speaking Switzerland.
My vision: the human experience above all
For me, this activity is not a transaction. It is an encounter. Certainly framed, temporary, with its codes and limits. But a real encounter nonetheless. Two people who choose to discover each other, to create together a parenthesis outside of daily life, to share something intense even if ephemeral.
I believe in the power of the ephemeral, precisely. A moment does not need to last to be real. Some intense evenings, where good conversation and physical pleasure intertwine, leave a deeper mark than relationships that drag on out of habit. Intensity of presence counts more than duration.
My goal is not to simulate anything. I do not play the girlfriend, I do not mime the lover. I am simply myself, fully available for a few hours, creating with the man who has chosen me a space where one can finally relax and be oneself.
That is the true luxury: being authentically oneself, with someone else who does the same, for the duration of a suspended evening.
An invitation
This is who I am, why I made this choice, and how I live it. Without excessive romanticism or cynicism. Just with clarity and a certain elegance.
This way of life is not for everyone. Neither for those who choose it, nor for those who seek it out. It requires a certain maturity, a capacity to appreciate the moment in all its dimensions — conversation, desire, shared pleasure — without wanting to possess it, a taste for the quality of exchanges rather than the accumulation of experiences.
If you have read this far, you probably already understand. You can sense whether this approach resonates with what you are looking for. Whether the idea of a real, elegant, complete encounter — without games or pretence — speaks to you. Whether you prefer an evening you will remember to a succession of interchangeable moments.
In that case, French-speaking Switzerland is not so large. And I am here, somewhere between lake and mountains, ready for the next beautiful encounter.