Anybody with an ounce of sense knows that you can’t buy love. You can buy time – and maybe even exclusivity. But love? It just ain’t for sale. Lots of guys fall for the objects of their lust – be they professional, amateur, or somewhere in between (like gold diggers and such). And some are even stupid enough to think that their feelings are being reciprocated.
Not everybody realizes the following reality…but if you really want to know where a guy stands with an escort, here’s the acid test: Examine the flow of money. If the girl is gouging her mark for excessive cash, she feels nothing for him. He’s just an ATM with a hard-on. Conversely, if a pro falls for a man, she’ll take her flatbacking cash and fork it over to the guy! I know this sounds ridiculous but trust me, I’ve seen it time and time again.
With pros, life is a financial pecking order. Most guys lie below them in the hierarchy. Translated, that means the suckers are born to be relieved of their cash. But the guy who steals her heart? The other way around. She’ll fuck ten guys in a day and then turn the cash over in some misguided attempt to keep that one man who lies above her on the totem pole attentive. Everything is for sale in a hooker’s world – and she’ll try to buy love just as blindly as a trick will. The hunter occasionally does get captured by the game.
I used to see the same syndrome with dommes as well. They’d beat the shit out of guys…stuffing their orifices and whipping them within an inch of going to the emergency room only to go home and let their masters access the deepest parts of their physical and mental nether regions. Half the time the guys were jobless bums. No matter! She had cash from bashing subs for a fee.
So guys! You want to spend big bucks to hang with a pro? That’s your business. But don’t expect that all that cash outlay is going to buy her love because it’s just never gonna happen. If one day she calls to see if you want her to pay a visit – and then comes to hang with you after discovering you have no money – and then throws you a couple of bucks so you don’t go hungry? You’ve reached the promised land! But don’t hold your breath – unless you’re a pretty Korean host bar boy – or a stone tattooed gangsta/drug dealer. Escorts go for dangerous/gorgeous guys. Just like you go for hot/shapely/pretty girls. I think I’ve made my point.