“Throw me something, mister!” you cajole your Mardi Gras King, your New Orleans Male Companion, while masked as a Harlequin Queen. “Show me something, missy!” he chides back, while masked and costumed as Rex the King. He means to be cute. You mean to be cute too when you lift your corset top, exposing your bare-breasted body to him and to a crowd of people. Onlookers cheer and howl while your dear date betroths a giant strand of purple, gold, and green-colored beads around your neck. You both sip your Pat O’Brien’s’ Hurricane Cocktails before embracing in a kiss, causing onlookers to hoot and cavort even more. As you open your eyes behind your mask, you see a bedazzled float approach on the Bourbon Street parade route where you stand. Plus, you squint to see the outline of a “‘tit Rex” Parade float cruising down the street in the distance. The next thing you know, your date is fork-feeding you sugary King Cake, from Haydel’s Bakery, which he sliced from the tight ring of cake on the table next to you. Lo and behold, you discover the baby rests in your piece! As a result, you shall host a (King) Cake Party next year!

As part of a Sandwich Generation, you feel trapped between the responsibilities of caring for both your children and for your aging parents. You meet your New Orleans Male Companion at Central Grocery in the French Quarter for some light fare, or traditional New Orleans sandwiches, which are a fitting tribute to your current station in life. He is an obvious elite male companion. Your date orders a Po’boy though he, himself, is anything but a poor boy. To the contrary, he is a man who possesses a wealth of attributes, ranging from his ability to look at you with a charming smile to his ability to sing in your ear a sexy melody that gets you excited. You order your food and insist that your date take a bite of your overflowing Muffaletta. You two finally stroll in and out of nearby shops like Rendezvous and Trashy Diva to get a better lay of the land and to officially take a bite out of a different lifestyle.

As an Angel for the night, you feel a supernatural allegiance toward none other than: the Saints! So you head to the Mercedes Benz Superdome where you will cheer for the Saints football team. But, the moment when you believe you have truly found heaven is when you meet your beautiful and immaculately-dressed New Orleans Male Companion, who joins you for the game. Thereafter, you two head east for another heavenly experience, whereby you sink your teeth into white, powdered sugar beignets at the French Market’s Café Du Monde. There, you both also order café au lait chicory coffees to go so you can meander through the adjacent Jackson Square together while savoring your treats. Walking and talking, you both have a splendid time and enjoy each other’s company. Within moments of hitting the square, you encounter a street performer, across from Decatur Street, conducting his act alongside a giant mirror. You accidentally catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and notice the entirety of your lips and black shirt are covered in white, powdered sugar. Yet, you notice, your dear date miraculously manages to maintain his pristine appearance. After discreetly brushing off the confection from your body, you awaken, ensconced in the luxurious white sheets at Hotel Maison de Ville, where you still feel like you’re in heaven. Even an Angel can dream about meeting her Cowboy male companion.

As a woman who has to constantly be in charge, you crave your New Orleans Male Companion to be your commander for the evening. So you meet your assertive gentleman date for haute Creole food at Commander’s Palace in the Garden District. Over the course of conversation, you hand over your proverbial keys to him for a relaxing ride, which you also experience via the St. Charles Avenue streetcar after dinner. Your chivalrous date braces your body, steadying you as the streetcar winds its way through the breathtaking mansions of the American Sector, ending, finally back where you started, near the famous Lafayette Cemetary No. 1. Confirming that chivalry is not dead, your gentleman of a date sees you back to your hotel, Grand Victorian Bed & Breakfast, having unlocked your chance to unwind for the night.

Sitting at the circular, revolving bar at Carousel Piano Bar and Lounge, you sip a Gin Fizz and double-take your drop dead gorgeous New Orleans Male Companion, who is sitting due opposite you, sipping a Sazerac while smirking at you. As you take your final sip, the bartender hands you a glass of “The Goody,” which, he says, the gentleman across the bar had sent to you. Not to be outdone and in a roundabout way, you send him a goody, the bar’s famous Vierre Carre Cocktail. After the dizzying exchanges, your date comes full circle and assumes the seat next to yours’. You chat for hours until you circle back to your room upstairs within Hotel Monteleone.

Feeling wet from your day trip on the Cajun Country Swamp Tour of a Bayou, you return to New Orleans with your date. You clean up and share the late afternoon by shopping in the Carrollton-Riverbend neighborhood of Uptown New Orleans. You hit great shops like Angelique, Basics Underneath, Fleurty Girl Clothing, and even Magic Box Toy Shop! Afterward, you feel coquettish and head to Magazine Street’s Coquette for a locally-sourced dinner before reaching your ultimate destination, the storied Maple Leaf Bar, where you feast your senses in a live brass band. Feeling awfully flirtatious, you whisper to your date, “I feel like a girl.” He wraps his arms around your waist while you dance to the horny music. The next morning, still feeling animalistic, you gallivant through the Audubon Zoo. Your date concludes over brunch at nearby Patois, where he orders the Croque Monsier and you order the Croque Madame.