Compliments From Prostitutes
[QUOTE=LookingForLefty;6052866]In some of the more difficult neighborhoods I used to have girls be talking with one john and then run over to my car. Why? I looked like the kind of guy who would pay her, not hurt her, and definitely clean. I'd ask the girl why she decided to go with me. She would usually say I looked like a better option. And I was. One time a women got in the car and suddenly said "Oh good, you're handsome. " Nice to hear even if she didn't mean it. One thing about SWs is you are not the ugliest, dirtiest, cheapest man with the smallest dick they have ever been with.[/QUOTE]The linear, proportionate, and consistent decline in compliments received from street prostitutes over the 23 years I've been doing this has proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that all compliments are sincere. As a young man, half of the women who got into my car exclaimed how "cute" I am. When I would pull down my pants and my cock would spring up into the air, they'd all say, "Whoa!" I was not amused, as I thought the same thing you do, that they are lying as part of their business model. Well, as the decades went by and I got fatter and uglier, and my dick became less-and-less immediate in obtaining erections, and the compliments and exclamations of awe steadily dried up, I realized, around a decade-and-a-half into mongering, that every single compliment I'd received on either my appearance or my cock was sincere! By then, though, only around 20% of prostitutes were complimenting my appearance, and none my cock (except that after it's hard, I still receive the occasional compliment). Nowadays, I rarely get any compliment on my appearance, and my noodle starts limp, then gets hard within a few minutes. I don't think I received any compliments last year from prostitutes. This year, Jessica, as her eyes excitedly took in the spectacle of a different hairstyle I had that day, stated with conviction, "You're looking good. " Raised my self-esteem something fierce!
Biggest bullet you've dodged?
The horrific and absolutely disgusting monkey pox images that pop-up in news reports has me thinking back. I used to have an ATF that I couldn't resist seeing for BBBJ. I'd arrange my tight schedule to see her on the fly and she never let me down. One day, she arrives on time but with a massive, scabby, blood red herpes blister on her upper lip. Like the biggest rube at the county fair, I stepped up for a stupendous bareback session. How I'm not walking around with a fat sore on my dick is beyond me.