As a young male living in nyc where there are 8 million residents and about 16 million commuters coming in and through everyday, I see the variety of women that I find attractive.
Joining this community of hobbyists started from Asian Massage Parlors (AMP) which escalated from Happy Endings (HE) to Full Service (FS). Ultimately I led myself to muster up the courage to meet with escorts off of craigslist and backpage. I got my fair share of the smoking hots and the smoking nots (unattractive or at least not your type).
After seeing many different providers and paying various prices, I began constructing my own ideas of how much their time is worth based on how attractive I find them followed by level of service, overall attitude, etc. From there, I decide if their price is a good deal or total rip off.
All that being said, for a mere 100-300, I can get a provider of my taste and unleash the beast within. However, while the beast is contained, and I notice hot women in the streets, my will weakens. I know I could approach her and test the waters by chatting them up, dating, charm them, eventually get down and dirty.
But why? A quick 2 call system and a bill or two, I can get a girl of the same quality (at least looks wise) and have my way with her. So over and over again, whenever a gal walks by, I find myself asking in my head, "Very nice. How much?"
Joining this community of hobbyists started from Asian Massage Parlors (AMP) which escalated from Happy Endings (HE) to Full Service (FS). Ultimately I led myself to muster up the courage to meet with escorts off of craigslist and backpage. I got my fair share of the smoking hots and the smoking nots (unattractive or at least not your type).
After seeing many different providers and paying various prices, I began constructing my own ideas of how much their time is worth based on how attractive I find them followed by level of service, overall attitude, etc. From there, I decide if their price is a good deal or total rip off.
All that being said, for a mere 100-300, I can get a provider of my taste and unleash the beast within. However, while the beast is contained, and I notice hot women in the streets, my will weakens. I know I could approach her and test the waters by chatting them up, dating, charm them, eventually get down and dirty.
But why? A quick 2 call system and a bill or two, I can get a girl of the same quality (at least looks wise) and have my way with her. So over and over again, whenever a gal walks by, I find myself asking in my head, "Very nice. How much?"
