I like to day dream. This morning, my day dream led to a realization. There are probably many of you who have a limited understanding of what it feels like to be a provider. That isn't because you are idiots. You've never walked around in a pair of come f*ck me shoes (or maybe you have, but that is another day dream), so you might not realize what goes on in a woman's head when you ask for a discount. I can speak for myself here, and will not be so bold as to try and tell you how others feel. What I can say is that if they were not afraid of telling you the truth, they might say the same thing. I will try to make this short and sweet.
As a woman, I have always felt that a man who respects me will spend money on me, at some point. I think, in any society but the most barbaric ones, that is a given. The more money he was willing to spend on me, the more he cares about me. Does this sound shallow? Yes it does. But, explore with me further.
In my defense, the amount I desired was always based upon the limitations of the man's income. Throughout my life as a lover and a wife, I rarely expected more than returned love, respect, and of course, vacations; new clothes; a nice car; a house (big or small); a diamond - or two; a big kiss and hug every day; and roses; and maybe a nice card on special days. That sounds like a lot, doesn't it? That is what wives expect, and rightly so, if they are giving you what you need in return.
Now that I am no longer a wife, I do not expect the same things from men. I want respect as a human being. I want to be treated like the diamond I am. My worth these days is determined by my skill, my looks, and what I can contribute to our trysts. I put a number on the time I choose to share with you. It is not a high number, and it has been higher in the past. I received the higher rate with no questions asked. It was not easy to suck up my pride and lower my rate, but I did it because these difficult financial times demanded it. That does not mean my pride in my gift to you is any less.
When a man asks for a discount, here is what I goes through my head. "Let's see. He probably has a wife who gets all those things I used to receive from a husband. She gets the cream. I get what he can scrape together on the side, the leftovers." If he is not married, and he doesn't have a girlfriend, then I feel worse. There are street walkers on drugs who do not expect to be treated well. I am not a street walker. I am not a whore, (at least not in the strictest sense of the word). I am a lady.
If I cannot have the cream, I at least want to taste it now and then. I give you what you cannot get at home. I give you fantasy and make it feel like reality. I invite into my home, and there you are my honored guest. You may leave with shaking legs and a silly grin on your face that will last for days. I do my best, every time we meet. My full rate gives you my full attention; and I come to you with an open mind, all the passion and caring I possess, and a grateful heart.
If you ask for a discounted rate, I may give it, but do not expect to get it unless you are a regular visitor. By regular visitor, I mean someone who calls AND shows up at least once per month. This is how you show me you care about me. After all, on holidays, where will you be? Not with me. You will be with your family, your first priority. I know I am second in your life, or maybe even third or fourth, but while we are together, I do not have to accept being treated that way.
If you receive that discount, depending upon how deep it is, do not expect to stay over your time, or to receive the same girlfriend you would at my regular rate. I will probably only serve one cup of coffee with our crumb cake.
If you are also rude, and the higher your discount, the more likely it is that I will actually watch television while we are together, and/or boot you out the door after one cup of coffee. You will be the last priority when I am taking appointments, and I will probably not be excited to see you again. If that behavior is alright with you, by all means, ask me for a discount. They are your balls, after all.
Ladies and gentlemen, feel free to jump in with your own take on this subject. All opinions, pro and con, are welcome!