There are a few reasons why I want to walk away from this hobby:
1. There are so many uncertainties with the current laws. And this makes me nervous about staying in this hobby.
2. I want emotional attachment and stability. This hobby is about pure fun and instant gratification, but definitely not happiness. I want to pursue the path to happiness.
3. Even though I can afford to see as many ladies as I want, I still would like to have some sort of control over my spending. Currently I have no set budget for hobby. I spend whenever I feel like. This is a bad habit, and I really want to change this. Spending 30K to 40K a year on instant gratification is a bad habit.
4. This hobby was meant to be a temporary relief for me. It got me hooked for over 6 years now. Getting out of this is very hard for me.
Thanks for your thoughts.
Originally Posted by You&Me
OK, that gives us some grist for the mill.
Legal Risk. I think you need to determine how big a risk that is. Would it result in mild social embarrassment or financial catastrophe. If the former, I can see cutting down on risky behavior, using a VPN, etc. If you’re going to loose your securities listens, medical listener, ticket to practice law, be booted from your televangelist gig, etc., that a different kettle of fish. In that case, I’d seek professional help and try to quit the hobby completely. For most folks, if you’re not a hopeless adrenaline junky, you can cut back the legal risk to a manageable level. If adrenaline is your drug, take up skydiving, race car driving, tournament poker, etc. You likely know the usual suspect here.
Emotional Attachment. Ah, now we get to what I suspect is the real nun of the matter. You’re aging a bit, lonely, hearing angel feathers, or at least noticing the mortality of some folks you know, etc. quite natural, and there are no easy solutions or quick fixes. Real relationships don’t come easy, and they sure dint come in easy one hour increments, with heat set prices and menus. And worst of all, you can’t pay them to walk away when you want them to. <Insert your favorite humorous/ironically misogynistic cliche here: “Can’t livewith them, can’t live without them.” “They have half the money in the world and all the pussy . . . .” “If The didn’t have a pussy, they’d be a bounty on everyone of them.” Etc.>. But face the facts — we l9ve and crave female companionship. It’s natural, it’s normal, and it’s healthy.
I think you’re just going to have to get out there, meet non-hobby women, and take your lumps. There are no shortcuts. But the rewards, when you find them, are high. And I think it might be helpful to find friends, family, etc. who have rewarding, fulfilling relationships with members of the opposite sex and talk to them. Generally speaking, this probably isn’t the best place to seek that out. And you have to adjust your expectations with civi women. They don’t measure up in a lot of categories to the women here. But as you are finding, the women here do t “measure up” to the civi w9men in other categories. And it’s not really a question of measuring up, irs a question of two different realms of experience. Folks who do well in the hobby are able, in my experience, to compartmentalism very well. The providers here will tell you they’re not here to bring meaning to your life. There here to give you an hour of bliss — respite from some of your troubles. Or a few minutes of a fantasy. A nice physical sensation that might lift you up for a few minutes or a few weeks. But not be your soulmate. Start a family, etc.
Controlling Spending and Control. Again, you can do this by creating a budget. Limiting cash. If you’ve really tried your hardest and can’t, seek professional help. But I think if problem two can be solved, everything else will fall into line. If I were you’d, I’d put myself out there and work hard on real world relationships. Slow way down on hobbling while you do, but dint completely quit, so you’re physical desires are somewhat met while you’re shopping. And then, when you get in a real relationship, reassess your hobbling then.
My two cents. Worth every penny you paid for them, and not a nickel more.
