Chevalier, is a poet and a scholar and quite the rhetorical marksmen.
I have been at this for just under 25 years and have to agree with him that technology is one thing, but the "sense of community" is almost shocking in retrospect.
I can only speak from my own perspective, but when I first started hobbying back in the eighties, I may have been vaguely aware that other men also saw escorts, but I didn't want to think about that or talk about it--in any shape or form.
I certainly didn't want to compare notes with anyone.
Of course, there are probably a few people that wish I would go back to that approach.
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Originally Posted by TexTushHog
In the old days, hi tech was finding a yellow pages that people had written notes in. You were shittin' in high cotton when you found that in a new town. . .You show up in a new town and you usually just start cold calling in the yellow pages.
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Damn, I forgot how much the cold calling from the yellow pages sucked, and Tex was right, if you found a yellow pages in your room with notes, you were in a very happy mood. What was even better is if someone left a local "alternative lifestyle" rag tucked into the yellow pages in the exotic dancing or escort section of the book so that housekeeping didn't toss it.
If you found either of those, you were golden.
You know how you young guys get pissed if a gal isn't quite as she seemed reviewed, even given YMMV?
Try getting cash-and-dashed regularly--and not just by women. In the old days you had to take leads from cab drivers, valets, bellhops and such when in a strange town. Some times they even acted like brokers, but that was a dice roll. What are you going to do, call down to the front desk because the bellhop stiffed you on the promise to get some fine pussy back to your room?
Try the old dance and tug, and guess what, she isn't the one doing the tugging. Even worse was when you did use the yellow pages and went to the ESCORT section, and found out you really did hire an escort. Meaning she thought you were taking her to a company party, wedding, or family dinner--and that was all you were doing.
Of course, there was the airport hotel bar. That used to be a sure thing. In some ways that was much better than even this because you saw exactly what you were getting and could sense her personality over a drink. That usually went well, unless you were talking to a pretty vice cop.
Sorry, didn't intend to blab on in a "we had to walk home from school uphill each way in the snow" rant. It was what it was and now it is what it is.
--Anon
