Well, Baz, all my lovers know me as Art Mann, the handle that stands for art of making love.
I'm not a TOFTT guy. Can't be bothered perusing Backpage looking for someone new and exciting. I find excitement in building relationships through conversation, either on the review boards, or through email.
By the time we meet in person, naked in bed, we aren't worried about breaking the ice. Conversation flows naturally, although sometimes it's a bit one-sided, with my mouth gently but firmly planted on her pussy while she mutters and moans, usually along the lines of "Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck me .... yeah, right there, right there, Oh fuuucccckkkk!"
Not sure what you're basing your time assumption on, Baz, but that oral activity often takes up most of the first hour of a date, by which time I get as horny as she is, and love it as she fucks my brains out for most of the next hour.
As the poet of my generation observed, The love you take is equal to the love you make.
Somewhere along the line we come up for air and chat . . . about music, literature, movies, career, family and so on. Some ladies know my real name and career, and I theirs. We operate with trust and discretion.
And we treat each other as lovers, no strings attached.