Why I Started Using Escorts
For reasons of privacy, I will not answer questions or provide any more details about my journey to the dark side.
There was a time, long ago, when I would have laughed at the idea of paying for sex. I might have even found the idea pathetic and defeatist, but that is before a series of events changed my life.
Unlike many of you, I never had an exalted view of women. My formative years were spent in a culture that had a healthy amount of disrespect for women, and the behavior of my older female cousins did not improve my view of women.
My expectations were therefore quite basic: essentially a series of relationships through which I could find someone who liked sex and was not a backstabbing bitch. See, it was that simple! I was not expecting total compatibility or everlasting love, just reasonable compatibility and some love.
However I quickly realized that women date men for the sole purpose of impressing or outdoing their girlfriends. It just happens that I realized it in my teens, unlike many of you. While I had some success in my environment, the amount of effort and BS necessary to get into a girls panties was a bit too much for me, even then. But I had no other option then..
Time moved on, I went to university and ended up in a dorm like environment for 3 years. This is where I started to slip into the dark side. The problem was that inspite of a large number of available women, who frequently were alone, it was hard to score. The key word is hard, not impossible. I had some fun, but the attitudes I experienced changed my opinion on women forever. I found it very hard to trust women after that..
After that degree, I had trouble finding a decent job. It is this span of about 2.5 years that pushed me over the edge. Until then, I could at least score some mediocre or subpar pussy to keep me going. But the combination of almost not having a job top barely having a job for almost a year, destroyed that possibility. There was a period of about 1.5 years when I was miserable, and the lack of human company made me misanthropic. It is then that I started paying semi-homeless women and runaway girls to.. you know. My initial plan was to use this mode to tide through adversity. I was wrong..
I realized that the quality of sex with even poorly paid semi-pros was often just as good as my more mediocre experiences. As long as you took some basic safety precautions and thought with your head, it was not too bad a deal. However the ease and cost of getting mediocre sex affected my whole approach to women. I could no longer justify the BS, insults, tests and lies necessary for getting mediocre sex. As my financial situation improved, I just kept upgrading till I stopped using semi-pros altogether, and have stuck to pros ever since.
It is not as if I never tried to chase women after that, but the amount of effort to get a decent looking girl was just too much. I also realized that the only thing that a woman could give me was sex. Companionship, fidelity, support, love etc were just myths, that women talk about but do not follow up on.
There is another reason that I never went back to relationships: freedom. You see, buying decent to good sex from better than average looking gals removes the fear of not having sex. You no longer have to take crap for 23 hours for one fun filled hour. You can eat as you please, surf as you please, dress as you please and live as you want to. It is hard to appreciate that freedom until you have been there.
It is not that I never feel lonely or wish female company other than sex, but I know that the strings they come with are not worth it. Plus in which relationship can you bang a slim green-eyed black girl on monday and a hot east-european blond on friday.. and then have a intense experience with a flaky but skilled pro next weekend? Sometimes I like Italian.. or maybe Spanish.
And yes, the hobby is not cheap if you are using pros. But it beats paying alimony, child support or the shopping bills of an LTR, and I can have it when I want it!