What??? you have to be kiddin me.....

You think the hobby is easy?????

First you have to find the dough... to play - and I call that play dough.  If you can scrape up enough money to see someone then you have to figure out - do I want a youngster who is eye candy or an older more sophisticated lady who knows the "Ropes!"  

Then we get to the part of do want someone who is all "prim and proper" or someone who gets down and dirty....

Ethnicity... any jewish ladies out there?  or perhaps I could search on Episcopalian..??? hummm help me here... I don't want any transdenominational fornication here... that could lead to problems...

Then hair color.... brown red blond black chestnut... then long or short....  Whew I am gettin tires...

Then the height issue - sometimes I love a long lean lady but other times short and zfatig does me fine...

Tits- gotta have em... but how big... and perky or natural looking... and of course it is difficult to find someone with the correct nipples... then tatoo or not - and if so how many...????   oh, and piercings... so few have breast piercings.....

Then there is the issue of services.... BBBJ, or is an incredible once in a lifetime covered BJ ok... must have k-9 on the list... or reverse cowgirl... GFE - gotta make me feel like I'm wanted...  oh.... so many choices....   what to do???

Working through all that, then you have to call the lady - why is their phone ALWAYS BUSY??? so  you leave the message... they call back either when your in a meeting with your boss - or with your kids... no fun there... so you sneek off and talk to her... seems she can "squeeze" you in ... but that will mean that you have to call the ex and arrange for her to pick up the kids, and you then have to move your appointment with the cardiologist back another day...  seems that cadiac arrythmia is getting worse...  So you do all that, then she calls and says...." someone just cancelled and I can fit you in in 20 min"  

of course at this point in time the little man says.... "lets go" and so off you go... of course the incall is located 50 mi from where you are.... hummm that would make your speed to get to her about 150 MPH in rush hour traffic...  

Of course once you "Get there" there is no place to park... so you circle the block several times until you can park in a reasonably safe place that is only 7 blocks from the incall hotel.... and off you walk - in the 95 degree 95% humidity August sweltering only al Gore could love heat...

you get there ONLY to realize that you forgot to get the "deposit" so now you have to pay a user fee to a "foreign" ATM... so you do, but then you also realize that you forgot your cell phone...

so you purchase a quickie throwaway phone - run to Kinkos to retrieve her phone number from the web... with a pimply kid watchin over your shoulder.... and call the "lady"   she says, "you're gonna have to wait babes cause I gotta eat... " After 30 min of sitting in the lobby - watching some half drunk businessman try to pick up the hot blond bartender - and nursing your whisky.... your newly purchased phone goes off.....   she says comeon up.... you go to the elevator... and just as you get there - your minister gets off the elevator.... hummmmmmm wonder why he is downtown today...????   you go up to her room - the door opens... and you have a mild ischemic event...

Government make it hard???   let me think about that... I'll get back to ya, hold your breath!  lol!!!



-- Modified on 12/11/2008 10:23:51 AM

if psychotherapist Laura Berman provides. On the other hand, I shudder at the thought of having a therapist who is also psycho. But that's just me.