This is wayyyyy classier than another service I tried, Dudeservants for Hos. I’ll admit that the name should have given it away but I was out of sorts that day. I’d just eaten a burrito and they forgot to put in the rice. I needed those carbs to keep me from making poor choices. Manservants, on the other hand, far exceeded my expectations. First of all, I was never at any point referred to as a «ho.» It was like the difference between shopping at Ross on Saturday afternoon during Back-to-School season and shopping at Barneys during the week, right after it opens. Pure, attentive luxury. Best anniversary gift ever. If you love your lady/dude/beloved person, hook her/him/them up with a hella classy manservant. Do it before it becomes so trendy that it stops being cool.