Lina,
I happily ride into the SB/SD sunset. Good Luck to you.-8
My Italian friend says "if its got wheels or dick, it will give you trouble" Originally Posted by Sensual LinaTypical man-hater...
Women are easily replaced. Disposable one might say.. Originally Posted by bladtinzuYes , I am aware of that category of men. Good point. Now I am aware again why I charge money )... They are the ones where I consider that the Diamonds they give me are a girls best friend.....
Typical man-hater... Originally Posted by bladtinzuNo, She`s italian....And judges by italian standards.
What is that expression? Turnaround is a fair play? In that case may be we want add this to the "summation"I agree 100%
I have been with clients and SD's. There is a difference. That difference will never be understood by a client/trick/john. It is what it is.
Originally Posted by Sensual Lina
No this chick above is awesome.. Your average at best Originally Posted by bladtinzu
Right or wrong, the men generally make the rules. Whether they are gentlemen or hypocritical donkeys, as long as “we” need them to book appointments or pick “us” for their SB…we are at their mercy and therefore their opinion does count. Originally Posted by misspriss
I’ve been lurking on this board for a while and can’t help but notice a theme amongst the providers.Well said. I agree with most of this.
Right or wrong, the men generally make the rules. Whether they are gentlemen or hypocritical donkeys, as long as “we” need them to book appointments or pick “us” for their SB…we are at their mercy and therefore their opinion does count. I can see from a SD perspective the difference between the hopeful, naïve, humble college co-ed who is struggling to make a better life for herself vs. the professional, seasoned provider who is looking for a sugar daddy as a means to retire. Personally, I’d go with option #1 - it’s not insulting, only common sense.
While some of the gals view the provider career choice as a noble one, in which they have martyred themselves to provide a much needed service to the many hobbyists who need them – the truth is we are all interchangeable. Have an accident tomorrow and see if any of your best clients, the ones who adore you, show up to offer up financial support. Send out a mass email to 30 and ask for them to donate the cost of two sessions to your medical fund and see how many come through. Chances are very few.
I’m new to this and when I had no other options, I cringed and thought “here goes nothing” and amazingly fast money seemed to appear from the sky. This is easy and if you are not in the right frame of mind, addicting. Imagine life if you had to get up at 5 am and work a 12 hour shift on an assembly line. Imagine if when your car broke down you didn’t have a way to make an easy $500 or a forum to ask openly for assistance from men who were ready and willing to barter? That’s hard. Not this.
I personally don’t see the difference between SB and Provider, both are accepting money in exchange for services. The problem with both is the men don’t respect you, period. Men are shallow and may lapse in to temporary moments of infatuation but they usually snap out of it. Even the college co-ed runs the risk of being moved in to the category of obligation/burden when her charm expires. That’s the bottom line. When that happens, it’ll be when he is ready, which will most likely never coincide with when you are ready. To depend on a man for support or “happily ever after” is a horrible thing. Sure you may meet a man who falls in love and supports you financially but don’t count on it.
I myself thought about a SD before deciding on body rubs but I just couldn’t do it. Something about a grown adult having to depend on another adult for support seemed ridiculous. Whatever I need or want, I must earn, that’s how life works.
When I was a child and we were going to visit a close friend or relative, my mom would grab my arm and stop me just before we reached the door and say “YOU ARE NOT HUNGRY OR THIRSTY” and that was that. Even if my throat burned and I couldn’t swallow, I never asked for anything and even when offered a drink, I’d often pleasantly decline. Seems harsh but in reality she taught me a very important life lesson – it is shameful to freely ask others for things and when offered something, accept it with humility and appreciation. To this day, whether I am given a can of peas or a pendant, my response is equally grateful.
I can’t see why anyone would go out looking for a SD. If circumstances have you on the provider circuit, know that a SD will only put a band-aid on a blistering infection. What’s your next move? Even the most high end glamorous courtesans will reach their expiration date and then what? I bet most of the retired providers, streetwalkers and courtesans alike, are now in just about the same financial situation. I can’t imagine how they could not be. There is no retirement, no 401k, no medical insurance and surely no man to step up to the rescue when your looks have left you. Then what?
When I was 19 I found myself cut off from my family and on my own. While most of my peers were enjoying college, parties, carefree living and illegitimate baby making – I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. I worked a full-time graveyard shift at a job I absolutely hated and when my shift was over I’d take a 1.5 hour bus ride across town to school. Life was hard, incredibly hard. There were days when I couldn’t keep my eyes open and lunch breaks without food. I hadn’t heard of a sugar daddy then but I imagine my life could have been a lot easier.
Maybe with that kind of assistance I would’ve went to law school OR maybe I would’ve lost the value of hard work altogether. Maybe I would’ve become addicted to luxury items and perhaps when he left me I would’ve dropped out of school to become a stripper. Who knows but I do know this much: Hard work and earning what we want builds character.
The men who pay us now, don’t respect us and we’ll probably find that with many men moving forward. I don’t even sell my goodies but I do something else that is just as unacceptable to many men. This is not a career, only a means to survive in the meanwhile. When it is over I’ll have to tell the man I meet about what I did during a hard phase in my life and I know there’s a risk he’ll get up and walk away. There’s a risk he won’t see the difference between me and girl who graduated from the strip club and sold her pumpkin pie for 12 years straight.
Easy come, easy go. Can’t depend on a winning lottery ticket or a SD to give you a happily ever after, only yourself and what you rightfully earn. Originally Posted by misspriss