Hi, I’m terribly poor by the above standards (I neither broke six figures my first year out of school nor ... ever?), but I’m on the right side of all other qualities, grew up when the internet was awesome but before SNS, regular apps, and smartphones tracked all details about you, so like others have attested I was having a great time meeting women and having my life changed by experiences good, bad, phenomenal, and disastrous.
So why p4p, and specifically “establishment” p4p as opposed to independents?
Well, we’re in Japan, so I’m super surprised no one has answered “because I’m curious” or “because I was told ‘no’.” Perhaps it’s just me coming from Good-boy town USA, but I didn’t grow up with a culture of having regular access to sexworkers (and if I did, I wasn’t tuned into it because at the time I associated its with either great expense or risk), and certainly would not have had a problem getting inside because of my race or language ability. I’m sure I’m not the only one. It would be unthinkable to have a bro-bonding moment with coworkers/friends by going down to a pink salon, as would it be a 40/50-something go-nowhere salarymen who could walk into a soap land and be treated like a king for a fair price without signing his life away. So again, I don’t know much about it, am told it’s bad, and am told I’m not welcome - so of course I’m interested.
Most of anything, I was interested to know what kind of women were working here. While I didn’t grow up with soaplands, sexy kyabas, or out-in-the-open pink salons, of course we had escorts, doms, and fetish groups, and I had friends and partners in the last two groups and only met interesting people with great stories and often standout personalities. That being said, for my case no money exchanged hands. (Maybe I could have, I don’t know.) The only people I knew who were professional sex-workers were either doing full on porn and we’re doing well for themselves (Dana Dearmond) or someone had found out about their exploits and it had gone fucking terribly since (my hometown was within range of bangbus/bangbrosn and even worse imitations, and RIP Connie and Clint.)
My job had me traveling quite a bit domestically and internationally, so my first experiences of any kind of p4p were in Osaka, and it was pretty fucking great. I had anticipated much less conversation, and I didn’t have to like, show my ID or anything.
I didn’t have any weird accidents, so I’m now a little older and have had a partner for some time. I still trave, and now that I know what’s behind the curtain I have to go along with others and say that if/when I do engage in any kind of p4p (to include just hitting up a girl’s bar) it’s because of convenience/time and to an extent, discretion. If I choose to spend my time with you, I’m glad we can share a moment but it’s not going to change into something where you’re my life partner. In that way, the Charlie Sheen quote rings true for sure. (Recently I had one provider change from exchanging contact info for scheduling ease to contacting way too much, but outside of that it’s been consistent.
So there you go: curiosity, being told “no”, and then later for sake of time and now finally discretion.
