Would You Date A Stripper, Escort, Or Hostess?

[Wwanderer]

Whoops, sorry. I didn't mean to offend anyone.

I see "old" as 80 years plus.
I see "older" as anyone older than me.

Again, my apologies.

No no, Mischa...I was not offended at all. That is why I added the smiley face.

Everyone, including me, on TAG makes fun of my age...I am pretty sure that I am the oldest guy on the board who participates regularly and have zero sensitivity about it (and pretty much everything about myself). I was just teasing you. No feeling bad or apologetic please!

-Ww

 

[RightOn6975]

I'm not straight.. so with that being said, I wouldn't mind dating a female stripper, female escort, hostess, etc.

However, for some reason, I wouldn't date men who work in this industry (male escorts, male strippers, hosts, etc.).

I assume you mean that I am meeting this person outside of their job? If this is correct then no I wouldn't mind at all. If things got deadly serious like ring on the finger serious then I would expect them to find another line of work or at the very least tell me that they will not develop feelings for another person. If I met this person while they are working then that brings up a different issue, will this person see me for something else other then a person who is just a customer (don't know of any other way of saying it). The time spent with this person would have to be AMAZING and the person that I ended buying their time from would have to be the one to make the move.

 

[chaztagster]

I had a relationship with an escort for much of last year, when I was going through a divorce. We met through a swingers website. It was clear that she was sexually liberated, but I didn't know at first that she was an escort. She said she did hair and makeup for weddings ...
She often had young women staying at her apartment, whom she told me were porn stars renting her spare room. Ostensibly, they were shooting movies at a studio nearby. At some point she also told me that she made some money doing website admin for escorts. I didn't pry. Perhaps I'm very trusting, or perhaps I didn't want to get to the truth; I was having way too much fun - The sex (after a long, sexless marriage) was adventurous, passionate, energetic. She loved role playing and she had more sexy outfits than a dedicated cos-player. In the morning, I'd wake up to find that she had prepared some awesome dishes from her home country for me and the girls. Can you imagine how I felt? This was my first long-term relationship after years in close proximity to an emotional and sexual black hole. Every moment that I spent with this woman, I had to pinch myself to confirm that I wasn't dreaming. Very soon, we were spending every weekend together. We went to a lot of clubs and swingers parties but also did a lot of "regular" dates - movies, concerts, restaurants, trips to the coast.
I think the first serious argument that we had was a couple of months into the relationship. I didn't know it at the time, but she had taken some cocaine at a party and was acting up. She was very argumentative, illogical, suspicious, angry, insulting. Eventually, I politely told her I was going home and I'd get in touch soon - Then it was time for slamming doors, harsh insults, trying to make me jealous etc. During the next couple of days I received multiple text messages and calls that started off conciliatory and rapidly became hateful. In one message she was teasing me about the fact that I visited escorts. She told me that I should make an appointment with one of the girls at her apartment. That's the moment when I finally got that she was an escort. I went online and found her profile. It was a little strange to see that the kinkier things that she wanted to do with me were more or less the same things that she advertised on her profile. I don't know how I feel about that. Perhaps I might have preferred it if there was something "special" about what we did together. But overall, I didn't have feelings of jealousy about the work that she was doing.
We had about three nasty breakup fights before we broke up for real. It was never an exclusive relationship, and it was supposed to be no strings attached, but she became quite dependent on me. The arguments became more frequent. Eventually, I guess we had one bad day for every good day. She would give me the classic "I hate you. Don't leave me," stuff (Borderline Personality Disorder). Over time, I learned that she had gone through hell in her life - She had suffered sexual and physical abuse from family members, years as a refugee, trodden down in relationships with other guys.
We occasionally exchange polite messages now. I feel blessed that we were close for a while.

 

[TAG Manager]

We had about three nasty breakup fights before we broke up for real. It was never an exclusive relationship, and it was supposed to be no strings attached, but she became quite dependent on me. The arguments became more frequent. Eventually, I guess we had one bad day for every good day. She would give me the classic "I hate you. Don't leave me," stuff (Borderline Personality Disorder).

I've met a number of working girls over the years and I think most of them were fairly stable but a few were clearly in distress with either with where they were in their lives or had suffered some sort of physical or mental abuse from family, a boyfriend or their clients. It was pretty horrific in some cases...

The whole reason I'm in this business is because I wound up dating someone whom I found later to be working for a Japanese DH shop. I didn't have a clue about the business and I didn't understand how to handle it back then. Now, I have a much different view....

 

[RoboReptar]

Honestly comes down to personality for me. If I clearly click with then (I don't with most women) then I'd be up to try it. I understand work is just work for almost all sex workers so jealousy isn't a real factor for me, and there are pros and cons physically and emotionally with that job (most jobs really.

I wouldn't care what type of job my significant other was doing as long as they didn't hate what they did and were able to leave work at the door.

 

[daneyboy]

I've had great experiences dating girls in all three cataegories, with the sole exception being US strippers.

 

[static]

Currently seeing two, not seriously, just fun partners.

I doubt I would do it long term, but I don't discriminate

 

[konbini guy]

the session is already a date of some sorts
meeting them outside the shop?
there's no point in doing that from my perspective

after I cum, I wanna reach for my PS controller or You Tube binge on my iPad

so what's the point

 

[Frenchy]

Why not? Can they cook?

 

[Jbagz]

I had a relationship with an escort for much of last year, when I was going through a divorce. We met through a swingers website. It was clear that she was sexually liberated, but I didn't know at first that she was an escort. She said she did hair and makeup for weddings ...
She often had young women staying at her apartment, whom she told me were porn stars renting her spare room. Ostensibly, they were shooting movies at a studio nearby. At some point she also told me that she made some money doing website admin for escorts. I didn't pry. Perhaps I'm very trusting, or perhaps I didn't want to get to the truth; I was having way too much fun - The sex (after a long, sexless marriage) was adventurous, passionate, energetic. She loved role playing and she had more sexy outfits than a dedicated cos-player. In the morning, I'd wake up to find that she had prepared some awesome dishes from her home country for me and the girls. Can you imagine how I felt? This was my first long-term relationship after years in close proximity to an emotional and sexual black hole. Every moment that I spent with this woman, I had to pinch myself to confirm that I wasn't dreaming. Very soon, we were spending every weekend together. We went to a lot of clubs and swingers parties but also did a lot of "regular" dates - movies, concerts, restaurants, trips to the coast.
I think the first serious argument that we had was a couple of months into the relationship. I didn't know it at the time, but she had taken some cocaine at a party and was acting up. She was very argumentative, illogical, suspicious, angry, insulting. Eventually, I politely told her I was going home and I'd get in touch soon - Then it was time for slamming doors, harsh insults, trying to make me jealous etc. During the next couple of days I received multiple text messages and calls that started off conciliatory and rapidly became hateful. In one message she was teasing me about the fact that I visited escorts. She told me that I should make an appointment with one of the girls at her apartment. That's the moment when I finally got that she was an escort. I went online and found her profile. It was a little strange to see that the kinkier things that she wanted to do with me were more or less the same things that she advertised on her profile. I don't know how I feel about that. Perhaps I might have preferred it if there was something "special" about what we did together. But overall, I didn't have feelings of jealousy about the work that she was doing.
We had about three nasty breakup fights before we broke up for real. It was never an exclusive relationship, and it was supposed to be no strings attached, but she became quite dependent on me. The arguments became more frequent. Eventually, I guess we had one bad day for every good day. She would give me the classic "I hate you. Don't leave me," stuff (Borderline Personality Disorder). Over time, I learned that she had gone through hell in her life - She had suffered sexual and physical abuse from family members, years as a refugee, trodden down in relationships with other guys.
We occasionally exchange polite messages now. I feel blessed that we were close for a while.

Thanks for sharing this, it was interesting even if it was a little sad.

I certainly can identify with coming out of a marriage described as an emotional black hole.

Although you didn't use the term "damaged goods" to describe the girl you dated for awhile, that sounded like what you were saying.

I can't help but wonder if you also felt that you were deeply damaged by your marriage.

I know I was damaged by mine, and I hooked up with a rather wild party girl not long after I moved into my own apartment. She wasn't an escort, but had an obesssion of sleeping with famous men.

She wasn't doing it for money, but for some sort of validation or self-esteem issue from the best I could gather. I'm not really sure, but she claimed it was the thrill of it, like a hobby. Maybe that's all it was, but I suspect there is more. She had been raped as an adolescent, and said that the man who raped her kept saying, "this is all men will ever want you for."

When she told me about her hobby of banging actors, I thought she was joking. When I realized she was serious, it scared me, and excited me a little too in a weird way.

It was like she was some sort of predator.

Before anyone asks...

She said that she had bagged Brent Spinner (Data from Star Trek), Colin Ferguson, a couple of cast members from SNL, Chris Noth (from his Law and Order days), C. Everett Howell, Michael Moriarty and a few others.

She had lived in Manhattan for a while and had a job that would occasionally put her in contact with showbiz people, so it is plausible.

Anyway, your story reminded me of that.

It also reminded me that we are "damaged goods" to one extent or another.

Maybe that isn't so bad?

When I die, I want a heart that is battered and blistered, not a pristine one. Who wants to die without any scars?

 

[User#8628]

Thanks for sharing this, it was interesting even if it was a little sad.

I certainly can identify with coming out of a marriage described as an emotional black hole.

Although you didn't use the term "damaged goods" to describe the girl you dated for awhile, that sounded like what you were saying.

I can't help but wonder if you also felt that you were deeply damaged by your marriage.

I know I was damaged by mine, and I hooked up with a rather wild party girl not long after I moved into my own apartment. She wasn't an escort, but had an obesssion of sleeping with famous men.

She wasn't doing it for money, but for some sort of validation or self-esteem issue from the best I could gather. I'm not really sure, but she claimed it was the thrill of it, like a hobby. Maybe that's all it was, but I suspect there is more. She had been raped as an adolescent, and said that the man who raped her kept saying, "this is all men will ever want you for."

When she told me about her hobby of banging actors, I thought she was joking. When I realized she was serious, it scared me, and excited me a little too in a weird way.

It was like she was some sort of predator.

Before anyone asks...

She said that she had bagged Brent Spinner (Data from Star Trek), Colin Ferguson, a couple of cast members from SNL, Chris Noth (from his Law and Order days), C. Everett Howell, Michael Moriarty and a few others.

She had lived in Manhattan for a while and had a job that would occasionally put her in contact with showbiz people, so it is plausible.

Anyway, your story reminded me of that.

It also reminded me that we are "damaged goods" to one extent or another.

Maybe that isn't so bad?

When I die, I want a heart that is battered and blistered, not a pristine one. Who wants to die without any scars?

How did she meet so many famous guys? "Asking for a friend", lol.
Nah, seriously, pretty curious how she went at it.

 

[Jbagz]

How did she meet so many famous guys? "Asking for a friend", lol.
Nah, seriously, pretty curious how she went at it.

When she banged Data from Star Trek she said she went to a convention he was speaking at, sat up front and kept making eye contact with him.

Afterwards she went for an autograph and then hung around where he would exit.

She had a fantastic rack that would make any man look twice.

She also had a job as a usher/page in one of the theaters on Broadway. This was back when the David Letterman show was still on, and the theater that was filmed at was very near her theater.

She said she would sometimes hang around the backstage exit asking for autographs and flirt with them. Sometimes she would get an invite to their hotel.

 

[User#18046]

I've dated strippers in the USA, but -- not to stereotype -- in my experience they are some pretty hard women. Most were alcoholics or drug addicts or mean-spirited or all three. Obviously one finds these things out later, but fairly quickly. I don't think I ever dated a stripper for more than a few weeks, and only about three or four times. Their stripper friends tended to be pretty harsh, too.

That said, strippers are good tippers in restaurants, as are other waiters, as fellow tipped employees.

 

[User#18046]

 

[Wwanderer]

Imo, the severe social/conventional stigmatization and negative views of sex work are a (and perhaps the) major reasons that so many of the women doing sex work of some sort are troubled and difficult in one or more ways. Basically women who have unhealthy negative views of themselves (deserved or not) are more likely to see sex work as acceptable to their idea of themselves than women who have positive healthy self-images. In other words, women who regard themselves as bad have an easier time accepting the idea of doing something other people see as bad than women who see themselves as good people. The overrepresentation of women with life problems in sex work then in turn reinforces its negative public/social image and stigmatization in a "vicious circle". Sad...or more like tragic.

Needless to say, there are many wonderful exceptions to the pattern whom a wise monger will seek out and treasure, both as a customer and as a potential romantic partner.

-Ww

 

[Jbagz]

I've dated strippers in the USA, but -- not to stereotype -- in my experience they are some pretty hard women. Most were alcoholics or drug addicts or mean-spirited or all three. Obviously one finds these things out later, but fairly quickly. I don't think I ever dated a stripper for more than a few weeks, and only about three or four times. Their stripper friends tended to be pretty harsh, too.

That said, strippers are good tippers in restaurants, as are other waiters, as fellow tipped employees.

Using a stereotype to convey information isn't categorically bad or unwise. There is often truth in society-level observations.

Where it often goes wrong is when an individual uses a stereotype as their sole source of information.

Think of a stereotype as an aerial photograph of a city from 35,000 feet. There is usable information in that photograph, but you need some lower altitude shots and even street-level shots to understand what is going on in that city.

Sounds like you did more than zoom over a strip club at 35,000 feet, you got on the ground and made some close up observations. I don't think you are stereotyping in a bad way.

In my younger days I had a spare time job as a bartender. I eventually developed a harsh view of drunk customers. I can only imagine how mean-spirited my attitude toward them would have been if I was expected to give them lap dances, handjobs or blowjobs as part of my duties.

 

[User#18046]

Obviously there could be a correlation between "hard" strippers and the subset that would date my ugly ass. I had a friend whose wife started stripping, she made a ton of money and was otherwise just a typical friend's wife.

I take that back... she started sleeping with customers and they got divorced. BUT there is still probably a desperate subset that would date me which is a strata below the norm.

 

[Frenchy]

Using a stereotype to convey information isn't categorically bad or unwise. There is often truth in society-level observations.

Where it often goes wrong is when an individual uses a stereotype as their sole source of information.

Think of a stereotype as an aerial photograph of a city from 35,000 feet. There is usable information in that photograph, but you need some lower altitude shots and even street-level shots to understand what is going on in that city.

Sounds like you did more than zoom over a strip club at 35,000 feet, you got on the ground and made some close up observations. I don't think you are stereotyping in a bad way.

In my younger days I had a spare time job as a bartender. I eventually developed a harsh view of drunk customers. I can only imagine how mean-spirited my attitude toward them would have been if I was expected to give them lap dances, handjobs or blowjobs as part of my duties.

Good point!

 

[Frenchy]

I have pretty much zero chance to date an escort (and sub-zero chance to date a TAG one ) but believe it or not I found a very nice and smart actress/model (authentic one... I checked the pics - this time ) and we had a very pleasant dinner date and... well, we'll see.. wish me luck!

 

[User#18046]

...believe it or not I found a very nice and smart actress/model (authentic one... I checked the pics - this time ) and we had a very pleasant dinner date and... well, we'll see.. wish me luck!

I wish you bon chance, monsieur with your actress/model!

I had an actress/model girlfriend briefly when I was much younger, and in spite of the ultimate result, I still am glad for the experience points I accrued. Care to hear about it? Spoiler alert: I get murdered at the end.

In 1987, I was playing synthesizer in a pop band, living the rock star dream in Las Vegas. The rock star dream, in this case, being working at a mortgage company during the day, playing until 2 a.m. at dives for an average of $9 a night, and being recently divorced from my high school sweetheart, who was on a one-woman mission to reduce Earth's population of male virgins to zero while I was out playing gigs.

The only thing I had going for me in 1987, if you don’t include being young and having all my hair, is that I was dating a first runner-up Miss USA. And believe me, even that was no picnic. "Mayday" as I have since nicknamed her, was a stunner, the kind of girl you would pick out of a room the instant you entered. The kind of girl who, when we walked together through restaurants I couldn't afford, I knew there was a chance I could lose her to someone else before we even got to the table. Even the violinist would stop playing to hit on her. If you search "OUT OF NED'S LEAGUE" on Wikipedia, you'll find a whole section devoted to her (but don't do it, the page is huge and takes forever to load). I actually liked waiting for her outside the ladies' room; it was like waiting at the valet parking for your Ferrari.

Mayday was emotional chaos in beautiful human form. Even for guys fighting in her weight class, Mayday was a challenging opponent. For a hopeless, skinny, wanna-be poet / musician like me, dating her was like getting my foot hung in the stirrup of a rodeo bronco. It was one heck of a ride, but it literally almost killed me. Well, to be completely accurate, I almost killed me, but it was because of the relationship.

After a lifetime of being emotionally risk averse, Mayday represented the first time I ever said, “I don’t care if I get hurt. I don’t care the risks. I have to try.” And to my complete surprise, we dated for almost nine months. Mayday and I actually had a lot in common, if you looked past the physical aspect and the fact that she came from a family of B-list Hollywood and music stars. We were similarly neurotic, insecure, and uncomfortable around other people. We both had a sense of waiting for the saucer to come find us and take us back to our home planet -- we had our towels and a packet of peanuts at the ready. I guess I made her laugh, and I guess I put in more effort than any other guy she had dated, since they were people like a tennis pro's brother, and the only professional racquetball player to ever have his own Sports Illustrated poster, and some senior executive at a casino who probably had mob ties. Guys like that didn't need Mayday as arm candy, so the minute she got quirky on them, they'd leave her on a corner without cab money to walk home.

Me? I threw myself into dating Mayday like it was a career choice. I was just plain nicer to her than these other hot shots, and I put tremendous effort into every date -- partially to make up for my lack of financial resources back in those days but also because time spent preparing handmade cards or paper roses and such for her before a date felt a bit like time being with her in a sad, sad, desperate way.

But here’s a pro tip from a guy who has spent a lifetime typecast as the hopeless fool: if a girl tells you you’re unlike any other guy she’s ever dated, that means you aren’t going to last. Women, especially neurotic ones, don't break routine easily or for long. I was an experiment. If I could give myself advice backwards through time, in addition to all the Superbowl results for the next 30 years, I'd tell myself this about Mayday: enjoy your time, take a lot of selfies with her, but don’t get her name tattooed anywhere too visible. Mayday tried to break up with me repeatedly over the course of nine months, but somehow I always managed to get one more quarter in the slot before the GAME OVER: CONTINUE? countdown reached zero. Finally she made it stick. She was acting in some local play with a bunch of kids, and on opening night, I brought flowers early to the theater. I handed them to one of the kids in the production and asked if she could take them backstage to Mayday. The little girl didn't seem to know the name, so one of the adult's told her, "Mayday is playing Miss Lettie in the play." The light came on behind the little girl's eyes. "Oh!" She said, "Joe's girlfriend."

"Yes," the kind lady agreed. "Joe's girlfriend, Mayday."

That's how the knife came down and cut that stirrup loose for good and I was free of the bronco ride, face down in the arena dust, surrounded by clowns who were unsure what to do with me. I turned and dragged myself out of there, didn't stay for the play, and listened zombie-like to her apologies the next day for not telling me she had met someone and apparently had been carrying on with him at the theater to the point even the little kids knew they were a couple. The kids knew. I did not.

I found a big old turtle shell to crawl into while waiting to heal. And once I got over it -- assuming I ever did -- I guess I just plumb forgot to take that shell off.

 

[Frenchy]

I wish you bon chance, monsieur with your actress/model!

I had an actress/model girlfriend briefly when I was much younger, and in spite of the ultimate result, I still am glad for the experience points I accrued. Care to hear about it? Spoiler alert: I get murdered at the end.

In 1987, I was playing synthesizer in a pop band, living the rock star dream in Las Vegas. The rock star dream, in this case, being working at a mortgage company during the day, playing until 2 a.m. at dives for an average of $9 a night, and being recently divorced from my high school sweetheart, who was on a one-woman mission to reduce Earth's population of male virgins to zero while I was out playing gigs.

The only thing I had going for me in 1987, if you don’t include being young and having all my hair, is that I was dating a first runner-up Miss USA. And believe me, even that was no picnic. "Mayday" as I have since nicknamed her, was a stunner, the kind of girl you would pick out of a room the instant you entered. The kind of girl who, when we walked together through restaurants I couldn't afford, I knew there was a chance I could lose her to someone else before we even got to the table. Even the violinist would stop playing to hit on her. If you search "OUT OF NED'S LEAGUE" on Wikipedia, you'll find a whole section devoted to her (but don't do it, the page is huge and takes forever to load). I actually liked waiting for her outside the ladies' room; it was like waiting at the valet parking for your Ferrari.

Mayday was emotional chaos in beautiful human form. Even for guys fighting in her weight class, Mayday was a challenging opponent. For a hopeless, skinny, wanna-be poet / musician like me, dating her was like getting my foot hung in the stirrup of a rodeo bronco. It was one heck of a ride, but it literally almost killed me. Well, to be completely accurate, I almost killed me, but it was because of the relationship.

After a lifetime of being emotionally risk averse, Mayday represented the first time I ever said, “I don’t care if I get hurt. I don’t care the risks. I have to try.” And to my complete surprise, we dated for almost nine months. Mayday and I actually had a lot in common, if you looked past the physical aspect and the fact that she came from a family of B-list Hollywood and music stars. We were similarly neurotic, insecure, and uncomfortable around other people. We both had a sense of waiting for the saucer to come find us and take us back to our home planet -- we had our towels and a packet of peanuts at the ready. I guess I made her laugh, and I guess I put in more effort than any other guy she had dated, since they were people like a tennis pro's brother, and the only professional racquetball player to ever have his own Sports Illustrated poster, and some senior executive at a casino who probably had mob ties. Guys like that didn't need Mayday as arm candy, so the minute she got quirky on them, they'd leave her on a corner without cab money to walk home.

Me? I threw myself into dating Mayday like it was a career choice. I was just plain nicer to her than these other hot shots, and I put tremendous effort into every date -- partially to make up for my lack of financial resources back in those days but also because time spent preparing handmade cards or paper roses and such for her before a date felt a bit like time being with her in a sad, sad, desperate way.

But here’s a pro tip from a guy who has spent a lifetime typecast as the hopeless fool: if a girl tells you you’re unlike any other guy she’s ever dated, that means you aren’t going to last. Women, especially neurotic ones, don't break routine easily or for long. I was an experiment. If I could give myself advice backwards through time, in addition to all the Superbowl results for the next 30 years, I'd tell myself this about Mayday: enjoy your time, take a lot of selfies with her, but don’t get her name tattooed anywhere too visible. Mayday tried to break up with me repeatedly over the course of nine months, but somehow I always managed to get one more quarter in the slot before the GAME OVER: CONTINUE? countdown reached zero. Finally she made it stick. She was acting in some local play with a bunch of kids, and on opening night, I brought flowers early to the theater. I handed them to one of the kids in the production and asked if she could take them backstage to Mayday. The little girl didn't seem to know the name, so one of the adult's told her, "Mayday is playing Miss Lettie in the play." The light came on behind the little girl's eyes. "Oh!" She said, "Joe's girlfriend."

"Yes," the kind lady agreed. "Joe's girlfriend, Mayday."

That's how the knife came down and cut that stirrup loose for good and I was free of the bronco ride, face down in the arena dust, surrounded by clowns who were unsure what to do with me. I turned and dragged myself out of there, didn't stay for the play, and listened zombie-like to her apologies the next day for not telling me she had met someone and apparently had been carrying on with him at the theater to the point even the little kids knew they were a couple. The kids knew. I did not.

I found a big old turtle shell to crawl into while waiting to heal. And once I got over it -- assuming I ever did -- I guess I just plumb forgot to take that shell off.

Great story.I was that "someone"

(Ok , in my dreams , but still ... California Girl fantasies...)
9 months ! Hey You could have had a baby and live neurotically happy ever after with her!

I know how it is to feel a bit nerdy and (a lot) insecure and dating a bombshell... been there done that too. But you know what they say, seize the day, carpe diem... who knows maybe in 1 month we will just be stacks of nuclear dust...

 

[theotherguy]

Great thread, so many interesting stories! If I had the chance, I certainly would.

 

[Hofmeyer]

I wouldn't. I visit girls and establishments because I am single, and if I'm not I stop. I'm old fashioned like that.

 

[Wwanderer]

I wouldn't. I visit girls and establishments because I am single, and if I'm not I stop. I'm old fashioned like that.

I don't understand how this is an answer to the question. By "single" do you mean "not married" or "not dating anyone"? But in any case, you could still stop visiting "girls and establishments" if you were dating or married to a sex worker of some sort, couldn't you?

-Ww

 

[Kulbutor]

I'm not straight either but i don't seriously date girls. However, my best friends and most of the girls i 3p with are in the business so hypothetically i don't think i would mind.

I mainly date boys in the industry.
Scouts, hosts, even a sexy street tout.. Hell yes! They are the best at nampa so it's easy to meet them and they are generally open minded about sex.
I like stuff like open relationships and a bit of kink in the bedroom (roleplays, a bit of porn style action.. My escort way is GFE but in a trustful relationship i can act like a PS funny enough). So yea, i would only date a very open minded guy and i'm equally open minded about their jobs and lifestyle. Diseases are a point of attention however. If your partner plays with others, make sure they do it protected and that they get tested regulary!

Male strippers are rare in Japan (i met a guy once who claimed to be a stripper. He showed me some pics of a kind of performance act. Interesting but not exactly Magic Mike way of male stripper i think) i'd love to date one though. Killerbody and good moves... Sign me right up!

Ok ok i sign you up Alice , me i had 3 escorts that i had "gf", only some months though, i remember even one i provided accommodation ( in a hotel i managed, not in my home because i was married at this time ), they all were Russian so beautiful girls, and they liked my body , not a stripper one, same kind than M.Phelps, i was compet swimmer also, ok it was 5 years ago, now i took 8 kg because of my depression with alcohol etc...
But he, i am still good i think, for you i will make a strong diet, promise! and dont forget i was also a pro punter, so its not so far from a sex worker no? I can do strip also, sure you will laugh loud.
AND all that FOR FREE...
Interested? PM me