The Limeliters, back in the 60s, had a song named "Have Some Madeira, My Dear". In it, the phrase "chacun a son gout" was used. Very, VERY loosely translated, it means "each to his own taste". That's where I'm coming from.
Just returned from an appointment with a well-reviewed, popular, currently-available, and well-regarded provider. Never been a bad word said about her. That being said, the appointment was a disaster for me. Within the first 10 minutes, I became acutely aware that this simply was not going to work ... at all, and I quickly wilted.
Set up was perfect. Arrival was on time. Very nice hotel in nice district. Clean room, and provider was sexily dressed, smelled good, smiled a lot, and was very friendly. So what's the problem, you ask?
Chacun a son gout. As I age, I think I need to take more time and devote that time to what I really enjoy, not what the adult community has determined to be the appropriate list of activities. It seems that we have this checklist of things that have to be performed. We gotta hug and kiss, then talk 3 1/2 minutes, then lay on the bed, LFK to DFK for 90 seconds, then take off our clothes. That leads to 30 more seconds DFK, then a BBBJ, then the obligatory 69 or DATY, followed by donning the cover for CFS. When round 1 is done, rest and talk for 4 1/2 minutes, then get back into the game. There usually isn't a ton of time, so you gotta hurry some of these things up.
I suspect that, when I was 25, that was okay. I had several shots in my 6-gun, was adaptable, and didn't require a lot of specialized attention. That has changed as I've gotten longer in the tooth.
I'm not posting the ladie's name because it wouldn't be fair to her. She did nothing wrong. She did what she always does, I suspect. And it pretty much works all the time, I gather ... just not for me. But it would not do her reputation any good regardless to have somebody give her a "No" recommendation. But I won't go back and see her. Chacun a son gout. Just not my taste.
I suspect we've all had this happen. It's part of the "live and learn" thing. There are a couple of local ladies that never fail me. Why I don't stick with them I just don't know. (You know who you are. Sorry I didn't call you first.)
Wanna try something new ... a little strange ... out of the ordinary. Or maybe just something that it seems everybody loves. If you're 25, it's probably going to be okay. Was a time when I could have gotten off with the knothole in a tree if it was the right height.
But as you get older, be ready. Chacun a son gout.