The idiot between your legs
i have a friend who told me his story.
He found a cute 23-year old he liked
working in one of the Montreal off-island clubs,
where if you are into it, you have full sex on a chair in a locked cupbpard.
It might not suit all tastes, and can be expensive,
and most johns eventually learn to get more bang for their buck.
Anyway, they got along, she was new, he saw her there a few times,
and then he offered her a deal, sex at her place, once a week,
3 hours for $300. He treated her nice, brought wine and chocolate,
and their deal lasted 3 years. Meanwhile she kept stripping,
but only in the usual $10 clubs, and stopped going to the off-island clubs.
Neither of them had other boy or girlfriends, and after a year,
they got sex-tests and went condomless.
Eventually, the whole deal kind of plateaued at a certain level of involvment,not outright boredom, but no intimacy growth.
She quit and moved to Ontario with another stripper she liked.
end of story. Reasonably succesful story I think.
Then my friend tried to replicate the deal, scoured the clubs,
and ended up with a replacement.
Same kind of deal ... with one big consequent difference:
Can you spell "Epididymitis".
The girl may have had symptomless chlamydia which he caught,
and now he's walking around with a nut the size of a suitcase
and taking antibiotics for a month - and in crippling pain.
He'll get over it, and one nut will be permanently smaller,
and he'll probably be more careful for a while again ... or longer.
So you pays your money and you makes choices
and you're never sure WTF will eventually develop.
Good luck in your decades on earth trying to do a rational job
of managing the interests of the idiot between your legs.