I’m an outspoken advocate of telling women how intelligent, beautiful and special they truly are. I’ll let them know they’re the prettiest I’ve ever been with – or they give the best sex – or they should audition for Jeopardy because they just know soooo much! And it’s all for a reason: to make them feel confident, comfortable and all-too-willing to let me have it my way! Girls are easy like that. Just a couple of timely compliments and their essence moistens…their legs involuntarily part…and the path is clear.
But there’s a downside to all that praise – especially when it comes to escorts. The problem is that I’m not the only effusive loser these girls meet. Lots of guys know to lay the compliments on thick to lubricate the cylinder in which they ease their piston. It’s all designed to make the engine purr like a kitten.
Whatever…when you’re a paid companion who hears all this malarkey several times a day – and you’re kind of full of yourself to begin with anyway…what you get is a girl with a very high opinion of herself.
And that’s fine until you enter into a relationship with one of these individuals and virtually every facet of your interaction is tainted by exactly how fabulous she thinks she is when in fact, you’re not exactly of the same opinion.
Hence, I’m beginning to wonder whether feeding all these bull shit lines to a woman’s ego is such a good policy in the long run because while it might work for an hour, it will eventually turn the girl into a raging and nauseating egomaniac who’s such an asshole that even her big juggs and phat booty can’t overcome the general feeling of malaise her personality induces.
And so…..I’m actually contemplating dropping all the bull shit lines as I stroke her to a fevered pitch in favor of something like “Wait till you see the fabulous, colorful and evocative blog placement I’m going to run for accessing this incredibly fertile bottom land!” And ya know what? Most girls wouldn’t even know what I was talking about! But no matter. Just so her ego doesn’t puff up to the point where I become disgusted and deflate in an instant, I’m good.