Variety is a good thing. I think we all know that. But there are, I think, some real advantages in doing most of your demimonde business with just a few providers. And the advantage I'm thinking of now is that you get to know her, better and better, the more times you see her.
This past Friday, I saw my in-state regular. This is the woman I've seen the most often ... seven or eight times over the past year and a few months. (As you can see, I don't "hobby" very often.) This business is all about the sex, right? Maybe not all, but a lot of it is certainly about the sex. I'm sure you can eventually get tired of someone, given enough repetition. But the other side of that coin is that she knows me very well, and knows where all my buttons are and how to push them, and that's not a bad thing, not at all. And, while I don't know her nearly as well, I have learned to push one or two of her buttons, and that's also a good thing.
Back to last Friday ... we were at her home, and she was entertaining me in an upstairs bedroom, as is often the case. I had put her consideration in a greeting card and had put that, along with a small gift I'd bought for her, in a gift bag which I set down on the dresser of this bedroom. While doing so, I noticed three books on the dresser, and they were the three titles in the C.S. Lewis "space trilogy" (Out of the Silent Planet, Perelandra, and That Hideous Strength). I read and enjoyed those, way back in the day, so I wanted to mention them to her. But she was momentarily out of the room, powdering her nose or whatever, so I went ahead and brushed my teeth and grabbed a quick shower, after which the scandalous sexfest was pretty much on. Eventually, we came up for air, and during the usual recovery and cuddling phase, I remembered the books. Yes, she said, I've read them a bunch of times; first read them at an early age, and subsequent re-readings kind of peel back the layers and you get more and more out of the same books. It was the same way with Tolkien, she said, whom she first read as a fourth- or fifth-grader. Again, her experience had paralleled mine quite closely. So we start getting excited about something else -- books -- and playing "have you read this, and that, and the other." And it was fun. She's read Tolstoy, and Dostoevsky ... she's read most of what I have, and quite a bit that I haven't. And this is a woman who didn't finish college, and isn't burdened by the usual credentials ... she just reads. I don't know that a literature-fest would ever quite replace the gratification of the flesh, but if you book a couple of hours, there's time for both.
Point being: I thought I knew this woman pretty well, and in some ways I did. But you keep seeing someone, and you end up seeing more and more facets of her life experience, her interests, her character ... I mean, there's nothing more complex than a human being, and that applies as much to sex workers as to anyone else, and maybe a little more so. As she gets to know you better, she trusts you more, and shares more of her life with you. Yes, variety is fun. But I'm convinced that if you don't invest the time (and thus the funds) in getting to know your provider, you're cheating yourself out of much value.