I don't know how old you are, or what you look like, or whether you are mainly single because you really can't find someone who satisfies you or because no one can stand you very long. Whatever. I don't think it matters much. Let's say you do get married, and it's to a wonderful woman for all the right reasons.
It's going to be tough to stay monogamous.
Excitement fades in most relationships, and sex typically wanes. That's just the way it is. Unfortunately, hobbying is like having a crack addiction. You can give it up for a while, but when you're feeling low or bored or your old pals are around, it's gonna be oh-so-easy to slide back into it. It's not just weak willpower. Sex and (especially) ego-boosts really are truly neurobiologically addictive. If you are already a 'hobbyist', you are already almost certainly addicted. No doubt that statement is going to pull a bunch of denialists and manginas out of the woodwork, but I guarantee you it's true.
And when your significant other finds out you have cheated on her, she will be furious. I don't care how liberal she pretends to be. Women always want to be the only one, and it's a very rare woman who understands that sex work can be just unemotional physical activity. Even if she is a sex worker. I've gone through three different periods where sex workers got overly attached and rained hell upon me when they learned that a) I was married, or b) I spent time with another woman (sex worker or not). (I've not reviewed any of those providers here, obviously). And this is not counting my wife, who knows everything I have done, with whom, and still gives me constant reminders that I am now on a very short leash. Sometimes the leash is longer, and I can catch up with old friends in the biz or actually socialize with attractive women. Other times the leash is shorter, such as Friday when a young colleague who my wife suspects likes me dressed a little too provocatively, and I subsequently got reamed out about nothing in particular for 45 minutes.
Anyway, what it comes down to is that you have grown accustomed to a series of imaginary ideal relationships. No real relationship is going to match that sort of ego-gratifying tingle for very long. So you will always be tempted for a new hit. We are wired for attraction to young beautiful women who tell us all the stuff we want to hear. It's awesome that guys can buy that experience.
But a real relationship -- a good one -- provides loads of stuff you can never buy. You can't buy the feeling you get from moving into your first house together, raising kids, crying together when the dog needs to be put to sleep, or laughing over old photo albums. You can't buy the feeling of knowing someone so well you don't have to ask, or stories about crazy horrible trips that are now precious memories, or the comfort of not being embarrassed by all your little foibles. You can't buy real love or trust.
My advice, SuperLuv, is to forgo your next few visits with a provider and take a trip to Europe or South America. Or try to take a job somewhere far away. Go native. Meet people. Shake up your life. Maybe you'll meet someone 'special'. Maybe you won't. It doesn't matter. Try to believe that.