Just as an aside. I certainly didn't think you looked down on people. I'm well aware of the misuse of the english lexicon in people's day to day activities too. I was just throwing my 2 cent in.
I have no desire to exude "classiness" as in. Why bother? Why strive for it? Why promote it? If being classy is a state of being one is consciously attempting to be,I personally find it pointless. I'd rather be classy by your's & the OP's standards by happenstance. Not conscious effort.
Originally Posted by kirbykirby
Fair question - why does it matter? Some men are turned on by booty. Others by boobs. Or a flat belly. Those are all nice, but personally - they are secondary to more intellectual and emotional pursuits. The other day, a provider wrote me a note (PG rated) that made my face flush and clouded my thinking, having never seen a picture of her.
I *want* to spend time and money on people who have elegant (classy) tastes, who appreciate a thing for the simple pleasure of it; who can taste a chocolate torte and revel in its sensuality, who have witty thought, who genuinely listen and engage in a dialogue serving more purpose than expediently booking a sex session.
This is a somewhat unique opinion, but I believe that the best things in life (and often the most expensive) absolutely must be shared; for what value is the memory of doing it alone? Last week I drank a $400 bottle of wine by myself; and while I would have preferred to share it with someone, I wouldn't share it with someone who wouldn't at least try appreciating what made it unique.
I search through profiles looking for courtesans - classy hookers - who's services are companionship - of which a small part may be physical intimacy. All that "classiness" that we bandy about is the makeup of a courtesan; a woman who can entertain, stimulate, and satiate intellectual, emotional, and physical needs.
I get annoyed at all the "classy" women with poor professional presentations, profiles belonging to trailer trash hookers....or worst, the ones with enough glamour to get a money/time/hope investment before revealing the uncouth strumpet hidden within.
I'm getting settled though; I have an encounter worth reviewing, the likes of which ECCIE has never seen, and am pursuing the provider who amazed me with a chaste message.