At least in principle. I must say, I've never hired a prostitute, and mostly for safety reasons and low expectations, I've been afraid to do so.
But every uses "prostitute" as a terrible slur. One friend said recent "Marriage is just like Prostitution." I could have added, and that's the good part.
Anyway, at least with prostitution, the guy can actually get sex when he wants it. Or maybe at all as opposed to none. With love, you're up against the natural tendency of women to want far less sex (perhaps once a month, or once a quarter, if the relationship is going well, zip otherwise, and none with most strangers of course) and men to want more (since I masturbate daily, daily sex would be fine to, but I could get by with every other day, twice a week, hell I haven't had decent sex since I was in college in the 1970's, because only a very few women out of the dozens I've dated since then (expensive dates mostly) has ever wanted to, so just about anything would be better than that, even monthly, but oh well).
By the way, many of these sexless dates were anything but first. I dated one lady in the mid 80's about 100 times, going to jazz concerts mostly, but also wild animal parks, and a few things like that. After all this, she would not let me kiss her on the head. We hugged, and that was as far as she would go.
So it went with dates both singular and highly multiple, mostly. Out of several hundred dates, only one or two was a stinker where we didn't get along. In most cases, we were on the best of terms, and getting fairly personal (I wouln't think so by my current standards, but I was in my 20's then after all). If I didn't continue, it was because I felt I was just being treated nicely out of compassion, the date didn't really care for me that much, or probably wouldn't be compatible in some important way(s). But nothing like sex, as much as I might have wanted it (yes, still my #1 hope and dream in life, I hope to have really good sex, better than the still crappy sex I had in the 1970's because of greater knowledge and compassion, someday, maybe I might even sex that would be more satisfying than masturbation, I still hope that's possible, though I haven't seen it yet, no sex I've had has been beyond level 2 and some masturbation has been 9 with average about 6).
There's a lot of tension here too, even with guys who really do it. I once spoke to a pretty lady who said sex once a month was good for her, but her guy (and she usually had one or two serious guys) would have to be very nice, bring flowers, buy an expensive date and dinner, and then, just maybe, she might consent, if she felt like it when they got there. All those maybes have a tendency to turn into no's. Getting things just right may not be all that easy. So all night, the guy may be wondering, is this going to work? And that leads to tension, performance anxiety, and poor sex, if there is any at all. So much better to be with someone who you know is in it for the ride to the big orgasm, and won't decide they have to go back and walk their dog instead.
Now it would seem to me, that if Love were Love, it would work both ways. That women would feel men's pain, rather than just expecting theirs to be continually intuited. They would feel men's need to have sex. They would feel the pain of someone like me, perhaps not the most forward, but who kept on stumbling through the dating process, hoping one day it would pay off.
But no, I have never felt that, or heard of it. Women own the treasure, and the treasure speaks, perhaps once a month.
By the way, most primates have lots of sex. Bonobos are sexual champions, doing it all the time (as I sort of think humans should be doing). Only a few are celibate, and when they are, they are really celibate (not like us at all). Beyond that, primates do the most wonderful thing. They comb through each other's hair constantly, removing fleas. That's just the thing that primates do for friends, even friendly strangers.
It's easy to see from this where and how humans have fallen from grace. We separated, compartmentalized ourselves, cutting ourselves off from physical contact others (except in structure groups, which we are the master of, but these groups almost never involve touching and sex).
And US Americans are the worst. And among Americans, there are New Yorkers.
But every uses "prostitute" as a terrible slur. One friend said recent "Marriage is just like Prostitution." I could have added, and that's the good part.
Anyway, at least with prostitution, the guy can actually get sex when he wants it. Or maybe at all as opposed to none. With love, you're up against the natural tendency of women to want far less sex (perhaps once a month, or once a quarter, if the relationship is going well, zip otherwise, and none with most strangers of course) and men to want more (since I masturbate daily, daily sex would be fine to, but I could get by with every other day, twice a week, hell I haven't had decent sex since I was in college in the 1970's, because only a very few women out of the dozens I've dated since then (expensive dates mostly) has ever wanted to, so just about anything would be better than that, even monthly, but oh well).
By the way, many of these sexless dates were anything but first. I dated one lady in the mid 80's about 100 times, going to jazz concerts mostly, but also wild animal parks, and a few things like that. After all this, she would not let me kiss her on the head. We hugged, and that was as far as she would go.
So it went with dates both singular and highly multiple, mostly. Out of several hundred dates, only one or two was a stinker where we didn't get along. In most cases, we were on the best of terms, and getting fairly personal (I wouln't think so by my current standards, but I was in my 20's then after all). If I didn't continue, it was because I felt I was just being treated nicely out of compassion, the date didn't really care for me that much, or probably wouldn't be compatible in some important way(s). But nothing like sex, as much as I might have wanted it (yes, still my #1 hope and dream in life, I hope to have really good sex, better than the still crappy sex I had in the 1970's because of greater knowledge and compassion, someday, maybe I might even sex that would be more satisfying than masturbation, I still hope that's possible, though I haven't seen it yet, no sex I've had has been beyond level 2 and some masturbation has been 9 with average about 6).
There's a lot of tension here too, even with guys who really do it. I once spoke to a pretty lady who said sex once a month was good for her, but her guy (and she usually had one or two serious guys) would have to be very nice, bring flowers, buy an expensive date and dinner, and then, just maybe, she might consent, if she felt like it when they got there. All those maybes have a tendency to turn into no's. Getting things just right may not be all that easy. So all night, the guy may be wondering, is this going to work? And that leads to tension, performance anxiety, and poor sex, if there is any at all. So much better to be with someone who you know is in it for the ride to the big orgasm, and won't decide they have to go back and walk their dog instead.
Now it would seem to me, that if Love were Love, it would work both ways. That women would feel men's pain, rather than just expecting theirs to be continually intuited. They would feel men's need to have sex. They would feel the pain of someone like me, perhaps not the most forward, but who kept on stumbling through the dating process, hoping one day it would pay off.
But no, I have never felt that, or heard of it. Women own the treasure, and the treasure speaks, perhaps once a month.
By the way, most primates have lots of sex. Bonobos are sexual champions, doing it all the time (as I sort of think humans should be doing). Only a few are celibate, and when they are, they are really celibate (not like us at all). Beyond that, primates do the most wonderful thing. They comb through each other's hair constantly, removing fleas. That's just the thing that primates do for friends, even friendly strangers.
It's easy to see from this where and how humans have fallen from grace. We separated, compartmentalized ourselves, cutting ourselves off from physical contact others (except in structure groups, which we are the master of, but these groups almost never involve touching and sex).
And US Americans are the worst. And among Americans, there are New Yorkers.
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