When I see a really hot woman traveling alone at an airport I often wonder if she might be a provider on her way to a tour stop.  I also had a fav who was a flight attendant a few years ago so I often wonder if the hot lady serving me my warm nuts will be servicing someone else's nuts later on...

More than that, what happens to me since I jumped in is that I get these amazing mini flashbacks from seeing certain woman's apperance, look, gesture, smile, legs..... I get briefly transported to beautiful memories.  In the past I would think: what a beatiful Asian girl!, today: (name), thank you!

Yes but then, outside of the hobby, I still love a nice flirt. And since the hobby, this has become so much easier.

Yes, when I come across a really attractive young ladie, I always make references to myself that she would be a real winner if she ever decided to provide.  

I also find myself wondering sometimes if a ladie in passing is already a provider. I do this for a variety of reasons, one being her face looks familar but I know we have never met.  Two, because of the way she is dressed or carries her self.  
Yes, I should know better than anyone that you should never judge a book by it's cover(finger point in the air) but I'm guessing it's human nature that makes me wonder about what other may have thought of me @ one time or another

Before the hobby, it was all about looks and sex.

Before the hobby, obtaining these depended, at least to a degree, on characteristics, personal merit of some sort, etc. Now it mainly depends on money and it doesn't matter how I make the money, as long as I have it. I could have earned it by wiping out 1,000 Guatemalan refugees, and nobody would care.

But now that looks and sex can be had for just money; I find I now prioritize things like intelligence and humor. There are providers I'd pay just to hang out and chat. I've become aware that sex -- slippery friction -- is just sex. With your eyes closed, it feels about the same. What really makes the difference is the person -- the personality, the ideas, and so forth.

I think I also appreciate women generally more. I always appreciated women, of course. But there is something about being with a provider that raises your level of awareness of risk for women, and also an appreciation of the women who *could* be providers, but have opted for other paths.

I guess what I'm saying is that -- though it is ironic indeed -- access to the hobby, something long thought to be the ultimate means of objectification of women; has made it almost impossible for me to do so.

It has also made me aware to the ultimate denigration of humans in judging them by resources alone. While I've never wiped out people for cash; the cash itself (as long as one behaves) becomes the sole measure. This bothers me a little though I have yet to fully analyze the phenomenon.