bluefan1

A thread asking why we clients punt started me thinking about my own experience over the last 16 months since I first visited an escort.
First I want to make it plain that I have a very real respect and admiration for escorts. It is, I imagine often tedious, sometimes difficult and unpleasant and sadly it can even be a dangerous occupation.
Why did I start? Well, family, friends and professionals said I should get out after years of grieving for my partner. She was beautiful, intelligent, sexy and far too good for me and I won't get that lucky twice in my lifetime. But I'm busy with young kids and my business and in truth, I'm now too set in my routine to expect a new partner to pop up and enter my life without a lot of change and effort that may go unrewarded. So, for me, it's female companionship and the close physical interaction with a beautiful woman that's important, and yes of course, the sex, which is the ultimate de-stressor.
Why do I continue? I was very lucky that when I started to visit escorts, I soon met with the absolute best and I still see them as often as possible - or as often as they allow! On the advice of one of those beautiful and wise escorts, I also see other girls from time-to-time, to prevent myself from becoming too attached and to prevent myself even beginning to believe these relationships are more than they are; paid-for trysts.
What about the future? Well, like 'Byrne' whose thread inspired these thoughts, I too just experienced another bad day with escorts and it made me wonder about why I do continue doing this. I have found that it is very, very difficult to find new (to me) escorts of real quality recently.
Let me illustrate some very recent (bad) examples:
First, there was the dreaded double-booking - despite plenty of notice, two confirmation calls and a text - I'm left hanging around in the rain and cold until she finally answers and tells me to come on up only for me to bump into the her last client (obvious by the way he turns the wrong way exiting the lift, struggles to locate the exit buzzer, the sheepish grin, and the push/pull struggle with an unfamiliar door - we've all been there!) Then I'm in the room and I suddenly have the dawning realisation that she's not had time to shower - never mind dress in the requested manner - I'm so out of there.
So straight to another escort: and the first thing she does is take a call while I'm standing there with my coat still on. She tells him, "I can see you in 1/2 an hour or maybe one hour", all the while looking questioningly at me to signal how long I'm staying; so she can relay it to him. But I already told her how long I wish to stay and why is that so fucking difficult to remember? Now he's obviously negotiating the price, or her favourites and I'm teetering here. So to reduce my role in this soap opera, I go to freshen up and what greets me? The last punter's condom! Staring at me defiantly, floating again and again to the top each time I flush (she's a mature woman, so how does she not know?....you're not supposed to dispose of them this way) and so for a 2nd time in half an hour - I'm out of there.
Then there was the wet-wipe fiend. She believes hygiene is "very important".... do I look like I don't??? So with every change of hand or position on the bed, out comes the pack again. Oh, how I love the smell and feel of a cold wet-wipe roughly scrubbing my already spotlessly-clean knob. It's a real atmosphere builder that. I cut it short because I'm never going to come, even if I stay 'til breakfast. In the car I get the call, "you're not a gentleman, if you were a gentleman you wouldn't leave and you just want to leave a bad review and a real gentleman would have left the money"..... "Oh, yes it is on my dresser, yes where you left it... Sorry, baby! I'm so sorry.... but you will leave me a good review?"
Even what appeared as one of the really good appointments ultimately disappoints. A lovely adventure, followed by a bunch of swapped texts and PMs of thanks and plans for the future and yes, an amazing review (well warranted). I call to confirm the second appointment. Despite the fact that she's saved me on her phone it's soon patently obvious she doesn't remember me. Not at all! So I embarrassingly have to try to describe myself, still no bells ringing, fuck that, just how many clients do you have???
Then there are the escorts, who are not as profiled, not even close! Every time, I'm straight out the door.
Or the 'fully independent' women who have more noise in their apartments than the Chelsea Shed-End on a winning, Saturday afternoon. Who is that? "Oh it's only my friend", your friend? Is he always this loud? And my other bugbear.....the little towel on the bed! WTF??... am I actually supposed to stay confined to that short strip of hard cotton for the next 60 minutes?
I put as much time and investigation into finding a decent appointment as I can. The false profiles, with the fake photos are easy to spot and quickly dismissed. But, what is not as easy to understand are the good reviews dished out for escorts who provide a piss poor service. I'm long enough on here to recognise some of these dodgy tactics. There's the first-time reviewer who's never seen again, and then the 'established' reviewers, who seem to have a canny knack of giving glowingly good reviews to newly arrived or recently returned escorts who are neither glowing nor good. There are names that I definitely dismiss and suspect that their review is in return for some form of favour. Indeed, I remember escorts on here mention the blackmail trick of offering a good review from an established member in return for a discount (or extra time) and then there's the 'rumour' of the €50 review.

There is also the problem of negative reviews submitted but not published. Eventually, this must have a very deteriorative effect. Men maybe stupid and led by their carnal desires but they'll learn to look elsewhere for their fun if this site cannot maintain its credibility. I find myself looking elsewhere already, if only to compare and contrast and indeed I unearthed a sweet and gorgeous woman recently who told me she wouldn't advertise on E-I. I didn't ask why.

So, why am I experiencing so much difficulty recently? Maybe it's the lowering of prices, and because of that some of the better girls are staying away or they're being dragged to the bottom. But I don't go for lower prices - quality has more often followed price in my experience - and I only book longer appointments, so a general lowering of prices is not a factor in my disappointments.
I would respectfully argue that a long-appointment with a potential, regular client is much less bother and more lucrative. So, the ability to spot that potential early on - from first impressions even - is a key requisite if you want the return business. Maybe my leaving - and taking the money - will encourage better preparation in the future?
Do others clients leave when the situation is not right? Or do you continue the appointment because you've made the effort to search for a suitable appointment? I've chosen my clothes carefully, showered, shaved, creamed etc., checked the wine is correctly chilled and made the journey to an area of the city I'm not too familiar with and finally managed to navigate my way to the apartment block, following last-minute instructions delivered on a dodgy phone line from a voice that's often heavily accented and with general street noises blaring in the background until I've finally arrived, to begin another bloody argument with a damned entry buzzer and all the while trying desperately not to appear to all and sundry as 'a punter'. Is all that effort a barrier to your brain's insistence that you get out of there quickly and don't even think of handing over that hard earned money?

Fuck it, my attitude is now......I'll take the kids to dinner and a movie and have a wank later. OR, I'll just wait and go see my favourite escorts on my assigned days instead and just go without 'til then. Yes, that's it, that's my 'how and why' - I'm staying in this game. Because ultimately the best make it are worthwhile.....