I started to respond to a reply in this review
http://eccie.net/showthread.php?p=10...post1055435823 but decided it deserved its own thread.
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Originally Posted by You&Me
150 bucks for just BBBJ and kissing? Not worth the ticket, IMHO!
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I've never understood the irrepressible, it seems, need for some guys to jump into a thread and either criticize the OP for overpaying, or throw out a big "harrumph!" and say, "I wouldn't have paid that much for that."
This used to be especially prevalent in the Houston boards, when they were still posting reviews of a couple of places where you paid 140 for a half-hour L1 session, almost always with a woman that could at least be described as "pretty" and frequently as "beautiful." Just about every time such a review appeared, the h8ters would start slamming the OP for overpaying; telling him he could have and should have gotten FS down the street for the same, if not much more; and proclaiming themselves the judges of whether the services and time were commensurate with the price.
We all like different things. We all perceive value differently. You may not find the price/services ratio acceptable, but why piss in the OP's bowl of Cheerios? Just make a mental note that that provider doesn't offer a combination of price and service that appeals to you, and move on, for Pete's sake.
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Originally Posted by uncle buck 50
I know You and Me means no malice, but Mindi is insatiable! Some of us are limited in what we can do physically.... For me, kissing and a lengthy Bbbj is a pretty damn good day at that price!
There is more to life than banging 22-year-old hotties! Although, there's sure nothing wrong with that!
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Twenty years ago, when I was jacking off four times a day and stopping by pornatoriums on the way home, I was thinking that it was all about the nut. But something was missing, and while I remember every woman I've been with over the years, I also can count on one hand the number of the truly memorable before a few years ago.
Now I'm older, wiser, not as virile, more appreciative of the beautiful (both outside and in) women who allow me to spend time with them, and that the nut is not the be-all, end-all. It's not that it's any less essential, but the journey can be so enjoyable, something I never appreciated in my youth in my haste to reach the destination. I think that I might now actually understand, at least partly, those providers who prefer clients on the far side of 35 or 40.
I woke up with a severe case of morning wood the other day. I really wanted to be somewhere, and with someone, who could take care of it. But at the same time the little head was aching for relief, the big one was seeking something else: just being close to someone. I would have paid good money at that time just to be in bed with my arms around a pretty girl, smelling her hair; kissing her shoulder, forehead and cheek, and maybe her lips; stroking her face; and, hopefully, seeing her smile.
I had an opportunity for some OTC time with a young woman this week. I got one hug, a peck on the cheek, and none of the other stuff that either head wanted so badly last week. But the couple of hours we spent together were a true MasterCard moment for me.
Many of you know what I'm talking about. Many of you will learn.