About half a dozen guys I’ve met since college have told me their story of sleeping with a prostitute.
There was one thing in common with each guy:
None of them actually paid for the prostitute, a relative or friend did.
All of them made sure to stress that fact, which tells me that the shame isn’t in sleeping with prostitutes, it’s paying for it.
I’m not a fan of the “Well you are paying for sex anyway through dating” argument.
Sure you spend money on food or drink with the intent of sleeping with a girl, but sex is never a sure-thing and in the end she sleeps with you because she wants to, not because she thinks she’ll get something immediately after the sex act is done.
I agree that there are golddiggers who put out to keep the good times rolling, but I doubt they actually count how many more dinners they will get from one additional instance of sex.
If I’m able to sleep with attractive girls on my own, I can’t imagine a reason or situation where I would pay for one, even if I was about to jam it in.
But how about if there is a girl who is incredibly cute and on a level way beyond anything I’ve experienced?
If the price was right and she “looked” clean, I would give it consideration until the disease issue would most likely force me to back out.
Morally and intellectually, though, I can handle it.
Until next time.
Your man,
-Elijah “The Realist”
