Let's all admit one thing.....We're just basically johns nothing more nothing less.
I went to an MP a few weeks back and, after washing up in their bathroom/shower room, saw that their toilet was stuck on -- ie. wouldn't shut off after flushing. On my way out, I showed it to mamasan and offered to fix it. She just said, "I call you, I call you" and proceeded to literally push me out the door. WTF? How could she call me? She didn't have my number!
Back in my car I started to ask myself why I even bothered. Was it because I wanted to be thought of more than just a john? I think so. Later, I remembered reading a post one time (here on the TERB actually) about an SP who had dropped out of sight for one reason or another and a poster commenting that he was 'worried about her'. Why? Would she worry if that person stopped calling her for whatever reason? Or the poster that said if he heard a client yelling at a lady in an MP, he'd jump up from the table and intervene to 'protect' her. Why? Another time, on an SP's discussion board, everyone was talking about a hockey game that had been on T.V. the previous night, the SP included, and some genius piped up with an offer to take her to that team's next game forcing her to diplomatically refuse. Was this guy for real? Was he serious?
Why do some people feel that being some sort of hero, saviour or 'buddy' to an SP or MPA will make them more than just a 'john'?? It doesn't. As for myself, I try to labour under no illusions no matter how friendly the ladies seem to be. I've been given cell numbers, phone numbers on the back of calling cards...etc. and I've thrown all of them away, usually right in the parking lot as I'm driving off. Once I made the mistake of calling a lady who gave me her cell # and I was shocked at how unfriendly she was. You see, I wasn't calling to make an appointment, just to ask a scheduling question. Never again after that!
If you ever find yourself trying to take things to another level in this hobby, stop and think. You're just a john, that's all you've ever been and all you ever will be. Sorry.
I went to an MP a few weeks back and, after washing up in their bathroom/shower room, saw that their toilet was stuck on -- ie. wouldn't shut off after flushing. On my way out, I showed it to mamasan and offered to fix it. She just said, "I call you, I call you" and proceeded to literally push me out the door. WTF? How could she call me? She didn't have my number!
Back in my car I started to ask myself why I even bothered. Was it because I wanted to be thought of more than just a john? I think so. Later, I remembered reading a post one time (here on the TERB actually) about an SP who had dropped out of sight for one reason or another and a poster commenting that he was 'worried about her'. Why? Would she worry if that person stopped calling her for whatever reason? Or the poster that said if he heard a client yelling at a lady in an MP, he'd jump up from the table and intervene to 'protect' her. Why? Another time, on an SP's discussion board, everyone was talking about a hockey game that had been on T.V. the previous night, the SP included, and some genius piped up with an offer to take her to that team's next game forcing her to diplomatically refuse. Was this guy for real? Was he serious?
Why do some people feel that being some sort of hero, saviour or 'buddy' to an SP or MPA will make them more than just a 'john'?? It doesn't. As for myself, I try to labour under no illusions no matter how friendly the ladies seem to be. I've been given cell numbers, phone numbers on the back of calling cards...etc. and I've thrown all of them away, usually right in the parking lot as I'm driving off. Once I made the mistake of calling a lady who gave me her cell # and I was shocked at how unfriendly she was. You see, I wasn't calling to make an appointment, just to ask a scheduling question. Never again after that!
If you ever find yourself trying to take things to another level in this hobby, stop and think. You're just a john, that's all you've ever been and all you ever will be. Sorry.