Certainly true. Can’t forget that eventually it comes down to $$$. Once you get past that, a bit subjective, as you’ve mentioned.
It can’t be service alone. Plenty of ladies have 9’s or 10’s. What is extra special to make you want to go back again and again? What stays in your mind?
My ATF had a rockin body. A subtle innocence bordering on stupidity. An attitude that at least for now, I was the only one. Playful, Inquiring but not instusive. Happy to see me. Payday, certainly, but when I forgot the payment, she said pay me next time. She knew I would be back. And I did return.
An all time favorite you with for whatever reason.
Mine: Time knowing each other, friendship, getting along fine and PRICE.
Some were and then they disappear with time. Stay as good memories. Others still staying until who knows when.
Most of those that disappeared only gave me their work phone number. The one that don't started working with a few known guys and give out personal phone number.
Certainly true. Can’t forget that eventually it comes down to $$$. Once you get past that, a bit subjective, as you’ve mentioned.
An ATF is a sex worker that you click with not just sexually (but definitely sexually) but as a person as well, that you wish to repeat with. It isn't just about looks or mad skills. I hae had ladies that had amazing looks and amazing skills but never became an ATF. I also had a lady of average looks and good but not exceptional skill that I just clicked with and see over and over again, and became real friends with. Even after she retired and the client/provider relationship ended the friendship still survived. It is about the personal connection.
What you describe is what I would consider an ATF, something that you look back on over a period of several years. I too have what I might describe as an ATF, we met as hooker/john, but our relationship has taken many twists and turns over the many years we've known each other and we are in a place now where we are simply friends.
What most people here call ATF's are really nothing more than "Current favorites" and that is a completely different thing. kind of like the "flavor of the day" lol. I have had dozens, maybe even hundreds of CF's, but ATF is something that takes years to achieve IMHO.
So many guys use ATF to mean "current fav" I don't think its ever going to change. Maybe they just don't know that the "AT" means "ALL-TIME", which is the same as once-in-a-lifetime, so once you have an ATF, the term can't be used for other girls unless they are replacing the former ATF. If everybody was consistent in only have one ATF at a time, reading reviews would be a lot less confusing.
That would put her in the running. Then I narrow it down from there by factoring in OTC length & frequency.
the letters "ATF" in your review. Its really the most accurate way to know.
Miles, FYI . . . . . she told ME I was the only one, too. Be careful, my friend.
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Every now and then I meet a gal who may not be that gorgeous, and may not perform that great, but I'm just enamored to be near her.
I guess it's those pesky pheromones, or some such follorah.
A search of Google and the Urban Dictionary turns up zilch. Have you just created a neologism?
Or just jism?
Deck the halls with Boston Charlie,
Follorah and Kalamazoo.
Etc, etc. etc..
Actually, it's:
Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., an’ Kalamazoo!
Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower alley-garoo!
Don’t we know archaic barrel
Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou?
Trolley Molly don’t love Harold,
Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!
There's more but I won't bore you further! 
There doesn't seem to be anything in it about Christmas. The one I'm familiar with starts out, "Deck the halls with bowels of holly." Holly is symbolic of Christmas . . . . no matter where you choose to decorate with it. Lol
Nora freezing on the trolley is at least a reference to the season, so if Jingle Bells can be a Carole, so can this.
The other is the name Harold, Jesus's (and yes, that is the correct spelling) middle name was, of course, Harold.
It's Jesus? Carp all this time I thought it was Greeks yelling "Hey Zeus".
you meant "falderol." You were so close, I would have given it to you. Conan is a little harsh sometimes.
She would bury the possums for two weeks before pickling them, then stretch them out on a rack and baste them with candied soy sauce.
Neighbors in a two mile radius knew it was Hanukah when the stench wafted over.
served Himalayan possum. She would first have to find Himalayan in the road.
served Himalayan possum. She would first have to find Himalayan in the road.
worked the Helsinki circuit, or you would know better.
Pffft ... As if you know? I sleighed them at the North Pole.
worked the Helsinki circuit, or you would know better.
when you stand at a urinal, European.
there are rings around Uranus.
there are rings around Uranus.
That Sphinx.
So this is like a RIDDLE. It might never end. If it doesn't it will be longest post ever.
flexible enough to do this, there are about a hundred things I would do with the ladies instead than doing this by myself. Lol
So this one doesn't really work. Its not a double entendre when it can only be taken one way. Head "up" Uranus can only mean one thing. Rings around Uranus could be a planet similar to Saturn, or some kind of rings on your butt circling your a-hole. You can do better than this if you try. The "sleigh" pun was perfect.
He checked.
Chinks so fanny.
The only provider to truly qualify as my ATF went through the following with me.
I heard about her and her “special skill” as well as her attitude and she just sounded like a lot of fun. But it took me almost a month before she would see me. I had to see another girl in her org a couple of times and then be referred to my future ATF by her org mate.
Finally, I saw her. She really was just perfect. Not beautiful. But quite pretty with an amazingly slim body type that is my absolute favorite. And an energy level that matched and could even exceed mine (this was very unusual for me as at the time I was an active long distance athlete).
So, I saw her quite a few times. But I could never get her to genuinely O (she was very good at faking it, but I saw through it). So, she said: “I teach you to make me come”. And she did. It was no wonder that she didn’t O very often. It took her some work to get there every time. But eventually I learned not just how to make her O but how to tease and edge her so that when she came it was a major explosion with a good bit of yelling, thrashing and.. well you get the picture. That was amazing.
Then another monger who knew I saw her tried convincing her he was my friend and asked for a service she didn’t want to deliver that he claimed I told her she gave to me. Apparently he got somewhat violent with her about it. So, when I saw her again we had quite a fight. We’re talking a serious fight where she yelled and cussed at me and hit me. Until she realized the jerk had been lying to her. This is a good reason to never actually reveal your ATF to others. There are genuinely evil creeps out there.
We had fabulous sex that day.
After that, nobody could compare to what I had with her. Even though we really never became close friends outside of the business. Because I always try to draw that line. Though we talked about crossing that line, we never took the step. Sadly, she retired and moved back to Korea.
I think many people use All Time Favorite a lot more loosely than I do, though. From what I’ve heard, it’s lots easier for a girl to become an ATF for most guys than it is for me.
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she made me feel beautiful. From the first moment I met her, she was wrapping her arms around me and kissing me like I was her lover.
I never thought to much about kissing before my ATF; my One & Only Girlfriend from ages ago would launch into these long ”passionate kisses” - and though I would accommodate her, I’d usually just be looking around the room. But with my ATF, she just really... /meant/ it somehow. Really seemed to enjoy it; really seemed to want to. And it just clicked with me all of a sudden; I understood on an emotional level what all the fuss was about. And I began to enjoy it; to actually get good at it.
My ATF did that for me; she gave me the gift of kissing in particular and of intimacy in general; we’d lay entwine - hugging, holding, squeezing and pleasing each other, kissing and talking. I never wanted it to end; could never get enough of it.
And she would always linger with me; whether I was there for one or two hours, we’d always go over by 45 minutes to an hour - and that was because of her. She said once: “Well, you know it’ll be summertime soon and that means we can linger longer because I won’t feel guilty.” (I always used to see her on Sundays in the beginning - and Sunday is a school night, of course). I was always so flattered and just delighted that she seemed to genuinely enjoy my company.
My ATF is on a pedestal in my heart and always will be, and though one other Lady has gotten close, NONE have ever matched her.
Sadly, we had a falling out about a year and a half ago, but she never blocked me nor I her (we’re friends on FB and still have each others numbers). I know she’d see me again if I asked, but she lives 90 miles away (a distance that didn’t matter before, but now seems so very long). That... and my fear that things just wouldn’t be the same.
But I know I’ll see her again. Just have to make the leap; just have to take that first step.
-sigh-
'My' definition of an ATF was, is and always will be, pretty much what scoed, Gambler, inicky, mrfisher and others said.
They're not necessarily the most gorgeous or the most talented. We just 'clicked' and they appreciated me as much as I appreciated them, I hope. That's why I saw them on multiple occasions instead of being like certain guys that are in it for the choices and don't dig familiarity.
Some of mine I still miss. I'd be sitting at home minding my fucking business, or at work, and some would call or text to see how I was doing. Some people would say it's 'marketing' but the fact I knew their real names, whether they had a SO or not, kids, the kids names, blah-fucking-blah, they thought of me and that was a nice touch.
Sometimes they had a problem and wanted to know what I thought which was nice that they thought I could give them a decent opinion.
Another nice touch was them spending more time with me than we contracted for. You'll never know that in the reviews I wrote cuz that's between them and I.
Actually, there were a few ladies I met in person at an M&G or talked a lot with that could've been ATFs that I never had the pleasure of getting nekkid with. They'd send me pix and call, text, or email and we'd get in all sorts of shit.
Any-fucking-way, yeah. Some of these ladies are special.
Wait. I take that back. They're all special in their own way.
If it was up to me, the ones that left would come back. Also the ones when I didn't take advantage of, for lack of a better term, when I had the chance.
So yeah, I'm in the market to find a few more ATFs, Whatever the fuck that means to anyone...
I was enraged when something happened to my true ATF. She texted me this happened and instead of me trying to be understanding and talk with her all I wanted to know was what was his name because I was going to find him and kill him.
I shit you not. I was hell bent on hunting him down and make him suffer before I offed his ass, she means that much to me.
But my sage, mrfisher, talked me down. I was in a world of hurt that someone I love was treated like that and all I knew was to find them and make sure they didn't do it again.
She was disappointed in me, also, because she just wanted me to listen. I went with her to find a new place to live so she could feel safe, but I lost her because of my temper and I wasn't there for her when she needed me to be.
I did a lot of fucked things and I can count on one hand how many I regret.
This one, I regret the most.