If you had to do it all again. Would you have ventured to the hobby?.

[BeatIT]

I would have preferred a more stabled life but just couldn't stick with only one female in my younger days.

Now I rather have a steady relationship.

Anyone have the same thoughts?.

 

[papasmerf]

One small change in a persons life can affect all the areas of their life.

That is to say if you could go back in time and change just one thing in your life.............You would likely never go back in time.

 

[God]

What's the hobby :unknw:

:biggrin2:

 

[IFUSEEKAMY]

I would have started sooooo much sooner. Heck with enough practice by now I would've been able to gush rainbows :biggrin2:

 

[Inexsis]

I would have started sooooo much sooner. Heck with enough practice by now I would've been able to gush rainbows :biggrin2:

:LMAO::LMAO::LMAO: :good:

 

[Backdoor Mailman]

Not if knowing bill c36 would become a reality.

 

[Jasper]

I would have started sooooo much sooner. Heck with enough practice by now I would've been able to gush rainbows :biggrin2:

She cums in colours everywhere... Funky & Music

 

[bobistheowl]

If you had to do it all again. Would you have ventured to the hobby?.

Absolutely. I have no difficulty separating physical, mental, and emotional attractions, or combining any of the three. When I find all three in the same woman, and the feeling is mutual, I don't seek variety. If a woman has two of the three attraction factors, I'll look for the third from one or more other women.

There are some women that I honestly don't like, with whom I've had sex. I have some long time female friends with whom I would never consider having sex, but a lot of others guys would, and some do.

I have a lot of friends that I see very infrequently, because they now live widely apart geographically, or nobody seems to know where they are, at this particular moment. If I saw them regularly, the conversations would be a lot less interesting, because nothing all that interesting has gone on since the last time I saw them. There are other women who act as creative muses for me, often without knowing that they are so doing. Some I would pursue, others I would not, for any of a number of reasons. Sometimes I have more than one at the same time. When I don't have at least one, I tend to be creatively unproductive.

I am in complete agreement with Robert Browning when he wrote:

"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?"

in the poem Andrea del Sarto, (1855). I've been out on civvie dates with quite a number of women I would rate at 8.5 or higher, and if you're familiar with the rating scale I use, (Montreal bell curve; I'll explain that in detail, some time), that would be in the lower 9+ range for most guys.

Very few of those dates led to second dates, but I often had no realistic expectation that they would. Given the choice, I'd pick one night out with a 9 than 100 'to 5 AMs' with 4's and 5's. I prefer quality over quantity.

Hobbying gives me the opportunity to date out of my league. Many of the characteristics of women that appeal to me, (being independent, articulate, courageous and open minded, etc.), are found in abundance among Escorts, but much less often among single women who are both available and desirable. Effectively, the women I'm most attracted to generally don't need me, but they do enjoy having me as an infrequent diversion from their regular routine. I'm happy to share some of their time, because if they were sharing all of their time with only one guy, it wouldn't be me.

I thoroughly enjoy knowing days or hours in advance when I'm going to get laid, perhaps with someone I haven't met yet, particularly when one's expectations are met or exceeded. I like having the option of deciding, (most of the time), whether the tryst will be a one time thing, or the first of several, perhaps intermittently.

It's an opportunity to practice new techniques, and get honest feedback, instead of what someone else thought you would like to hear. It's like the statue that you can touch in the museum, but you aren't allowed to take home with you.

Whenever you book a session, you're not only buying the experience; you're also buying a lifetime license to rub one out to the memory of that experience, something that's usually inappropriate towards civvie Ex's, and not something often applied to chance encounters, unless one is the dumpee.

Just my two cents.

 

[VivaLV]

I would have organized a union.

 

[bolt.upright]

I was 58 when I "found" this hobby, about a year ago. My only regret is that I didn't start much earlier but I am trying to make up for lost time, as much as my budget allows.

I am still shocked (yes, that's the best word to describe it) at all the nice people I've met connected with the hobby. Not just the females (of course they are a VERY important part of this) but the men too--I have made some really good friends since I've started doing this.

Oh, just a note so no one misinterprets the previous sentence--I only have sexual relations with the women, but friends come in all genders.

 

[papasmerf]

I was 58 when I "found" this hobby, about a year ago. My only regret is that I didn't start much earlier but I am trying to make up for lost time, as much as my budget allows.

I am still shocked (yes, that's the best word to describe it) at all the nice people I've met connected with the hobby. Not just the females (of course they are a VERY important part of this) but the men too--I have made some really good friends since I've started doing this.

Oh, just a note so no one misinterprets the previous sentence--I only have sexual relations with the women, but friends come in all genders.

Damned disclaimers.............

People are people where ever you look.
For the most part very decent.

 

[bolt.upright]

Damned disclaimers.............

People are people where ever you look.
For the most part very decent.

Yeah, I hear you.

It's funny though--I've had hobbies, I have done (and still do) volunteer work, I've taken night courses, worked for a living, etc. Yet I've never met a nicer group of people, and made more friends than I have with the people connected with this hobby. Maybe because it's much more "intimate", maybe because there's that "naughty" aspect, frowned upon by the general public--I'm not sure what it is exactly.

 

[bobistheowl]

I've only ventured into the hobby so far as getting lap dances at strip clubs (if that even counts) and reading boards like this one. I used to be able to go out and pick up a woman whenever the need occurred....or I was in a satisfying relationship. It's only been in marriage where I feel stuck. I don't want to just break it off like I would have done with dating a woman back in my younger years, but staying means having to put up with a nearly sexless marriage. It would seem that the hobby would be a good solution since the physical need can be taken care of while not involving any kind of emotion (like cheating would have at some level). It would just be like going to have a restaurant meal when the wife doesn't feel like cooking. But my wife would never see it that way, so every day I have to think about the repercussions of any action I take regarding sex while she seems to get off scott free on the issue siting women's hormonal issues and aging and blah blah blah.

It also makes a difference that I don't make a ton of money and would notice a few hundred dropped every month or so.

I can't remember who it was on the Red Board who said it, but one guy referred to strip clubs as the gateway hobby. I haven't been in one in years, but I dropped a lot of money in those establishments, beginning in 1979, until late 1990's, and maybe a half dozen times since.

Until about 1985, Ontario strip clubs were tits 'n' ass only, all of the dancers wore G Strings or panties on stage and on boxes. If was FFN in Quebec, and long before '79, I'm sure.

My first strip club visit, went with a guy from work. He was sort of a nebbish, a Jewish guy, early 30's, bald, living with his parents still. He suggested we have a couple of pops at the Super Sexe club on St. Catherine Street. It was roughly equivalent to The Brass Rail at its peak, for talent, but with one point on the 1-10 scale added to the rating of 90% of the Super Sexe dancers.

The other guy was too shy to ask a dancer to the table, so I did it for him, and got half the dances, and he paid for them. The hottest women were in the central downtown clubs. The women in clubs east of St. Laurent Blvd. got more and more rough looking, the further east you went.

Back then, no self respecting dancer would approach a patron to ask if they wanted to have a dance. If they were 'temporarily unemployed', the girls would sit together in the 'ladies only' area, and it was up to the guys to approach them. Otherwise, they would just walk quickly around the club, and look for returned eye contact. For some of the hottest women, you'd have to wait, and approach some other guy's table when his wallet came out, or she started to get dressed, otherwise some other guy would beat you to her. Dances were five bucks/ 'air only' back then, and they used much longer songs.

Back in the day, there was one club on St. Catherine Street, near Crescent St, beside a pinball arcade, called Les Filles d'Eve, ("the daughters of Eve"), that was kind of unique. All of the dancers were also waitresses, and none of them had their own 'turf'. They all served everywhere. If you liked one of the waitresses, but didn't have too much money for dances, you could just buy your drinks from her, and give her a generous tip. If you liked your waitress a lot, you could have her dance for you. The waitresses who were dancing a lot didn't have much time to serve drinks, so the less popular dancers got most of the drink tip money.

The owner was some old gay guy that was, by all accounts, the world's greatest boss. I was working in a magazine store, and the owner of the club often let me have rolls of quarters for paper money on days when the bank was closed. I could have had all the rolls I wanted next door at the arcade, but then I would have been gone and back in ten minutes, instead of 45, and that would have fucked up the 'silver run' for the other guys assigned that task on days we were overstaffed.

Just before Christmas, 1988, I met a dancer at the Super Sexe club, (I was living in Toronto, by then, and on a stop over for Christmas travel), named Emmanuelle, (both her real name, and her stage name). On the 1-10 scale, she was about a million, and only 18 years old then, (she had been dancing since age 16). I actually made three other trips to Montreal between 1990-91, just to see her dance, and these were in the days when you'd be tossed down the stairs, if you touched the girls with any intent.

October, 1990, I won over $2,000 clear of expenses in two Rotisserie Baseball pools, (similar to a 'Fantasy Draft', except you buy your team by auction, with a fixed salary cap with which to purchase 23 players, and you pay extra for player movement transactions). She ended up getting more than half of that. She recognized me from almost two years previous, when I'd met her that first time, and she was at my table from about 8 PM until the place shut down, just before 3 AM, except for her stage shows.

She did this bit with melting ice cubes on her breasts that trickled down her body. I can still get half hard, just thinking about that. I went back the next night, too, expecting to stay for only a couple of hours, but she convinced me to go to the bank machine because, as she put it "I don't want to dance for anyone else tonight.". We've all heard that, but she meant it. When I left around 1:00 AM, two different guys who may have been waiting two nights to get a dance approached as she was dressing, and she turned them down, saying that she was done for the night.

I have never seen any woman, anywhere, (life, photo, film, etc.), that was even anywhere near close to this woman in appearance, and she was incredibly nice, too. She had a very large ass, but it was all muscle, like a race horse, as if you cut an apple in half, and put the two sides next to each other. She had big round natural D cup breasts, sized and shaped like cantaloupes, and a gorgeous face, with eye colour somewhere between hazel and gold, I can't describe that differently, I've never seen anyone else with eyes that colour, and it wasn't the lighting in the club, I saw them up close, for long periods of time, so the colour is etched in my memory.

The first night, we drank five large bottles of Black Tower white wine between us, with the bottle in a raised ice bucket beside the table. The dancers were not allowed to drink with the patrons, so they would stand up, and walk two feet from the table, have a sip, and return.

We won a bottle the next night. They used to have a game there a couple of times a night. For a specific song, any guy who had a dancer at his table was handed a huge playing card, and the emcee would open another deck of huge cards, and call off the suit and pip until it matched a card one of the guys was holding, and that guy won a free bottle of champagne, or equivalent.

Five minutes or so after I got back to my cheap hotel on the second night, I felt a minor earthquake shake the building.

This dancer had one embarrassing moment. There was a small stage near the back of the club, with a pole, where the dancers could give private 'stage shows' for a small extra fee, say $7 a song, instead of $5. Her English was good, but not fluent. After about the first half hour, she whispered to me "Eh, you never had me on the little bed in the back? It costs a bit more, but it's worth it.".

I didn't know what she meant, but any red-blooded man never turns down an offer like that from a goddess. So I said sure, and she brought me over to the small stage for a few songs. I explained to her what she had said to me in English, by saying it in French: "Eh, tu ne me deja eu au petite lit en arriere? Ça coûte plus cher, mais ça vaut le peine!", and she looked horrified for a second, and then laughed.

She gave me a very good deal, buying her whole shift at $60 an hour. She had plans to become an interior decorator, and I'm hopeful that she succeeded. I last saw her in December, 1991, and the next time I was in Montreal, the door man said she didn't work there anymore, but I was in town on other business, so I didn't make the trip for nothing.

 

[Hitter]

Thousand times all over again and again, man cannot eat only steak everyday. Need some seafood once in a while and then to be washed away til I CALL.

 

[jack bauer]

Absolutely.
I've had so many amazing experiences that I doubt I would have ever had if I hadn't gotten into this.

Do I have regrets? Things I wish I would have done differently? Yes, I do. But overall, it's been well worth it.

 

[Jacklyn7]

The dreaded paradox!

One small change in a persons life can affect all the areas of their life.

That is to say if you could go back in time and change just one thing in your life.............You would likely never go back in time.

 

[bobistheowl]

I would have organized a union.

There's an old joke about this situation, longer than it needs to be. The guy goes to the unionized brothel, and he wants the new hottie, but first choice of jobs goes to whomever has most seniority, and that's Roz, who's decided to work to age 65.

 

[Blank_Dave]

I would have preferred a more stabled life but just couldn't stick with only one female in my younger days.

Now I rather have a steady relationship.

Anyone have the same thoughts?.

I really don't know.

By venturing into the hobby, I ended up seeking help for my depression, took matters into my own hands regarding my health/weight, took up martial arts and playing the bass. All of which I would consider good things.

On the negative side, it took away the 'magic' of sex ("so that was what sex is like?....Oh.:arf:"), and I've suffered a couple of injuries from MAs. While I have addressed my depression, there are some areas I'm still quite scarred from.

 

[oldguyzer]

I started at the right time (when I needed it), have remained in the hobby for decades now, have no regrets at all. I met some wonderful ladies who actually became personal friends outside of the business (and three who I ended up in long-term serious relationships with [with no hobbying while in those relationships, by my choice]), met some good ladies who I saw many times, met a few class act fellow hobbyists (and a few who were not classy at all), and had quite a few ships passing in the night. Except for a few duds in that list, on the whole it's been a wonderful experience and I continue to be with a small number of very favorite ladies on a regular basis. C-36 won't change things one bit for me.

 

[Nameit]

This is like a driug addiction. I have quit many times but keep coming back.

Can't help it if my hormones keep telling me one thing while my brain says another.