I cringe when I see an otherwise beautiful picture that seems real followed by the note "Ask about my $100 specials" -- or worse yet an even lower number. I realize there are guys here who would rave about about the woman who gives BBBJ in exchange for a sticky bun and coffee (5 sugars) from Tim Hortons at the Jamaica Station Air Train, but I want to see some indication that the woman has a certain level of self esteem.
Do girls realize that many guys are poring over their ads looking for any sign that they will regret setting up that appointment? Dirty socks, laundry visible behind the girl. After all that's all you have to go on -- or maybe the voice, which can sound like someone from that old show Cops.
Once, years ago, I set up an appointment with a girl who looked pretty in the photo, and I get there ... wow it's her but she's so strung out. My heart just goes out to this girl. She had the looks, but it's like Peaches Geldorf, she's all messed up. I give her money at about the time change my mind. I want no refunds, I understand there is nothing to say, I just need to leave that place. I take the bus home. I wished there was something I could do, so way to fix her without her spitting on me and hating me as a proxy for her own self loathing.
I am in denial thinking that the odds are more than even I will come across someone like my current favorite who has a job and does this on the side. It's not that I want to ditch her, I just know one day she won't be there, so I keep an eye open.
Do girls realize that many guys are poring over their ads looking for any sign that they will regret setting up that appointment? Dirty socks, laundry visible behind the girl. After all that's all you have to go on -- or maybe the voice, which can sound like someone from that old show Cops.
Once, years ago, I set up an appointment with a girl who looked pretty in the photo, and I get there ... wow it's her but she's so strung out. My heart just goes out to this girl. She had the looks, but it's like Peaches Geldorf, she's all messed up. I give her money at about the time change my mind. I want no refunds, I understand there is nothing to say, I just need to leave that place. I take the bus home. I wished there was something I could do, so way to fix her without her spitting on me and hating me as a proxy for her own self loathing.
I am in denial thinking that the odds are more than even I will come across someone like my current favorite who has a job and does this on the side. It's not that I want to ditch her, I just know one day she won't be there, so I keep an eye open.