Suspicious Series of Postings
[QUOTE=Badboy22;1425472]Your posts seem really suspect. Are you one of the girls off the street?[/QUOTE]This clown, EkValentine, looks to be someone spamming the forum; probably in an attempt to generate a sufficient number of postings to achieve senior status. I know I'm not the most valuable contributor, but this stream of nonesense is downright annoying!
Striking out on all fronts this week
In the past I've seen Nikki, the cute little brunette that hangs out in Highlandtown. I've got her number, normally it works and we would meet up and have a great time. I've had some trouble getting up with her lately, but I hadn't tried in a couple of months. So a few nights ago I give her a call, she says she's available and living by Power Plant now, so she'd hop in a cab and come to my house in about an hour. We text a bit, she says she's hoping in the shower, be there soon. And then. Nothing.
No call, no text, no nothing. This isn't the first time she's pulled this shit with me, but it is the last. When I was able to get up with her in the past, the service was great, we're talking GFE great. But it sort of negates the point if I waste hours waiting for her to show up and then she doesn't. I went up and was frustrated so I grabbed the first thing that crossed my path, a BSW who's name I forget but the service was so mediocre that I wouldn't repeat anyway.
For years I quietly thought to myself that the rate for services was a little low, and maybe we should pay more based on the nature of the work these ladies do and blah blah blah holy shit I was turning into Captain Save A Ho.
To any ladies reading this board (and to any naive mongers who need a reality check) : You need us more than we need you. The reality is that if we truly want sex without wanting to directly pay for it, most if not all of us can get it with only a minimal of effort. But it takes time, effort, etc. And some days you don't want to cook filet mignon yourself, you just want to go to McDonald's and wolf down a couple of burgers. SWs are the McDouble of the sexual world. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it, but the McDouble doesn't look at you and tell you that you should pay as much for it as a steak, nor does it rush you to finish eating it, or ask for a tip when you're done. Sure, it probably does say something about me that I have no moral objections to paying a woman I barely know 20 dollars to blow me, but I'm pragmatic about most things, sex included. It's supply and demand, and mongers hold the power in this one. While I can go elsewhere, the average SW is working the last profession that she is capable of working due to drugs. Sure there are a few that do it for rent and when they need bill money, but the vast majority of SWs have habits. This isn't sexual slavery, no one held a gun to their heads and told them to go work on the street. Are there risks? Sure, and they are terrible and high but again, no one forced them to take these risks on. I'm not going to be guilt tripped anymore into paying more than the going rate just because your job sucks. Pardon the pun. 20 bucks for 10 minutes work is pretty god damn good, since you aren't exactly paying taxes on it. I knew one SW who made 300 a night and complained she didn't get paid enough. I would feel more sympathy and be inclined to tip better for good service if I actually received good service half the fucking time. No waiter in their right mind would start off a conversation with "Hi my name is Sarah, welcome to Ruth Chris, I hope you'll enjoy your dining experience and oh yes what will you be tipping me?"
I know that the reality of being a SW is a tough one, and alot of guys who they deal with are assholes but have a little common sense. If I ever come across a SW who budgets 35 dollars a month for unlimited texts and calls via cricket (that's 2 and 1/4 BJs in street math) , doesn't rush, and doesn't keep fucking with my valuable time she's going to be fucking rich because word is going to spread like wildfire.
If anyone wants Nikkis number and thinks they will have better luck, let me know. I'm fucking done for a while until I can find a semi-decent one to see once a month when I get bored in the real world.
Pondering existentialism at Chez Tim
A long-addicted SW who kicked the habit and became a productive member of society surprised me yesterday with the announcement:"You are my man." We only recently re-established contact after years of noncommunication, so we decided to celebrate with a ride through the magnificence of spring. Soon we found ourselvesi at Chez Tim. Plenty of vacancies at around 4 pm We got a perfectly adequate room with a shower for $31, with that extra buck returned when keys were turned in. My monger identity. Different from my academic one. Was eagerly accepted without further questions.
This lady and I always had a wonderful relationship that was based on truthfulness and mutual respect. Over the years, we learned a great deal of intimate and personal details about one another. That's one reason today's celebration was particularly natural and tender. Which is how it should have been because the lady, in her mid-40s, boasts incredible natural breasts and a delicious body. We ate it up.
I felt I was a lucky man. She felt she was a lucky woman. The End.
Dr. Immanuel Kunt
