I don’t think I ever would have hired a prostitute it just for me. No objections to it, but just wouldn’t have been something I personally would have ever done. My S.O. arrange one for us for a threesome once and it was a fantastic experience. The young lady was fun, relaxed, and pretty, and we had a very enjoyable experience. We tried it again with a different prositute and it was “ok” but nothing special. I think we’re done with it now.
I’m such a dork, I wouldn’t even know how to go about finding a prostitute. Or buying drugs, for that matter.
That’s exactly how I see it actually, it’s just a service you’re purchasing like any other.
Yes, but why would you order a pizza if you’re Colin Farrell and you can have this for free?
They might though. I mean almost every customer fucks them in one way or another.
I have never visited one but I don’t see anything wrong with it. The biggest drawback for me is that it’s illegal here. Pretty much the same attitude I have about most drugs, I don’t see a problem with them except that they are illegal. If I were in an area where it was legal and I had enough spare money to visit an, at least fairly, attractive one I might.
Look in the Yellow Pages under “Escort Services”?
In a committed relationship, so the correct answer is obviously, “No way!”
After a bunch of hypotheticals, I would say that I wouldn’t rule it out entirely. Certainly wouldn’t consider relying on a street prostitute. If I were single and had a troubling surplus of disposable income, *maybe.
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Generally, any time I’ve felt a need to get laid in a hurry it hasn’t been difficult enough to warrant getting my cheque-book out as a solution. In the past, when I’ve felt that way it’s had a lot to do with the fact that I was trippin’ balls. I expect that most escorts that I would consider frequenting would probably balk at “serving” someone who was off their ass on E, so it would probably always make more sense to go to some sort of a club and find some woman who was in a similar state of need-it-right-now.
So, maybe… if I was single… and in a pharmaceutically-induced rut… and too unattractive due to age or other factors to successfully shop it around… and able to find a safe-seeming professional who didn’t mind spending a few hours with some sad old tweaker… and I didn’t have anything more pressing to spend the cash on, why, yes, I’d give that option a shot.
I hope it never comes to that, though.
Three of us guys (two married, one single) found ourselves in Amsterdam in November, at the tail end of a business trip. Okay, we didn’t “find ourselves” there; we made it a point to spend our last night there prior to leaving from Shiphol the next morning.
Our first problem after getting downtown was how to get to the red light district. We were afraid to ask a taxi driver or passerby. I got a wifi signal on my iPhone (no EU service), Wikipedia’d it, and Google Maps got us there. Turns out it was more of a tourist area than where we got off the tram! In retrospect it was stupid to be afraid to ask in the first place.
Anyway, after window shopping, we went back to the weird hotel, and I don’t know if the other two guys left again, but I merely went to sleep.
I got curious one time in tokyo after being assaulted all the way to and most of the way home from several bars/clubs by the “massage” girls, so I went in for a hand job. Worst. Handjob. Ever. Interesting experience, but I wouldn’t go back, and I’d never pay for sex though I disagree with the illegality of prostitution
This probably needs to be classified by age as well- a lot seem to have been with a hooker when young, but wouldn’t go near one now.
Many years ago, when I was young and single, I was at a party, and I went in to the kitchen. The only other person there was a girl. We just looked at each other, and you could almost see the spark that leapt across the room between us. She just laid back on the table, and we had a fantastic time. It was over very quickly, we didn’t talk, we went our separate ways, and I’ve never seen her again. If she had said ‘You can have me for £x’, I’m sure I would have said yes, and handed over the cash. So I can see a situation where I would have paid for sex; but the qualifier is that there would have to be *something *there in the first place. That time it was pure, naked, primal attraction.
But entering cold heartedly into a business transaction for sex would be a total turn off for me. I just couldn’t do it.
I’d have no problem going to a prostitute. Caveat being that I’m happily married and have desire to do so. I’d have to be single and free of any sort of relationship to be able to.
The thing is, if I did it, it would be for the experience. I can’t see myself ever being “so desperate” that I would feel compelled to seek one out.
Easy. Say she’s got a gig across the pond and he’s on a movie shoot in Toronto and wants some soft, feminine companionship accompanied by release. If you’re Coln Farrell and don’t have any issues with hiring a sex worker, it’s a quick, uncomplicated thing. Not unlike ordering a pizza.
Try telling that to Alicja, though.