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Whoever is claiming that visiting escorts is cheaper than having a girlfriend or wife is fucking delusional, I'll tell you that.
$1310 dollars for a total of 4 and a half hours, that's essentially two hours a month, in which I have sex. But it's not even two hours of sex, it's 15 minutes at most (escorts get tired if you try to fuck any longer than that), and it's not the full experience.
Every escort where I live charges minimum $250/hr, up to $350 for more high-end escorts. That's $500 a month or $7000 a year spent on an activity that people do for free with a loving significant other.
Chad does not need to spent this much money on sex. At most he'll pay a $20 Uber for a girl to come over to his place, and maybe $11.99 for a Netflix subscription (or better yet he uses the girl's Netflix), and in return he gets to have sloppy, love-filled, passionful sex with a girl that actually wants to be there. She will let him fuck her bare and service his every need. For actual dates, the girl doesn't care, she's totally content with walking with him in the park or biking together, all activities which are essentially free. If they are together, she will split the bill with him on everything, including rent and other living expenses. With a dual-income, they are essentially living richer, more fulfilling lives, and have more money even if they don't earn as much or work less. Having a significant other makes you richer, and offers you a more fulfilling sex life in the long run.
Meanwhile, I get what is essentially a business transaction by a provider who works on her own terms. Everything is covered so you don't actually get to touch a vagina, and she decides what you can or cannot do. Maybe with a bit of alcohol in you it can be enjoyable, but for the most part it's an awkward arrangement where she fakes everything about her-self, and tries to get you to cum as fast as possible so you can leave. If she's high-end, she'll fake enthusiasm with you and give you compliments here and there, but you know in the back of your head that if you weren't paying her she wouldn't even acknowledge your existence.
So you leave her loft the same way you entered; destitute, lonely and ashamed that this is the only kind of intimacy you can access. Even if she were a complete bombshell and she really made an effort to please you, the positive emotions only last for so long until you realize that it was all hollow.
Now, I make a decent salary of $4,000 a month so I can afford to buy sex, but I always think of the lost opportunity that $1,310 had. That's money that could have gone into stocks and investments, it could have paid an extra month on a mortgage, it could have got me enough weed to last a year. $1,310 could have been a dozen camping trips. It could have gone into a high-end graphics card.
However, instead of putting this money somewhere responsible or spending it on something productive, I have to instead spend it on escorts to sate the ever-increasing desire to wrap a rope around my head and end it all. I am left poorer as a result, with only a single income to support my-self and my living expenses.
Some day I might say fuck it and decide to kill myself, but when you guys say that escortcels are fakecels, you completely misunderstand the scenario. Seeing an escort does not change who you are as a person, it will not make you better with women, and it will not leave you satisfied in the end. It's a band-aid to a permanent problem, it's the essence of cope.
$1310 dollars for a total of 4 and a half hours, that's essentially two hours a month, in which I have sex. But it's not even two hours of sex, it's 15 minutes at most (escorts get tired if you try to fuck any longer than that), and it's not the full experience.
Every escort where I live charges minimum $250/hr, up to $350 for more high-end escorts. That's $500 a month or $7000 a year spent on an activity that people do for free with a loving significant other.
Chad does not need to spent this much money on sex. At most he'll pay a $20 Uber for a girl to come over to his place, and maybe $11.99 for a Netflix subscription (or better yet he uses the girl's Netflix), and in return he gets to have sloppy, love-filled, passionful sex with a girl that actually wants to be there. She will let him fuck her bare and service his every need. For actual dates, the girl doesn't care, she's totally content with walking with him in the park or biking together, all activities which are essentially free. If they are together, she will split the bill with him on everything, including rent and other living expenses. With a dual-income, they are essentially living richer, more fulfilling lives, and have more money even if they don't earn as much or work less. Having a significant other makes you richer, and offers you a more fulfilling sex life in the long run.
Meanwhile, I get what is essentially a business transaction by a provider who works on her own terms. Everything is covered so you don't actually get to touch a vagina, and she decides what you can or cannot do. Maybe with a bit of alcohol in you it can be enjoyable, but for the most part it's an awkward arrangement where she fakes everything about her-self, and tries to get you to cum as fast as possible so you can leave. If she's high-end, she'll fake enthusiasm with you and give you compliments here and there, but you know in the back of your head that if you weren't paying her she wouldn't even acknowledge your existence.
So you leave her loft the same way you entered; destitute, lonely and ashamed that this is the only kind of intimacy you can access. Even if she were a complete bombshell and she really made an effort to please you, the positive emotions only last for so long until you realize that it was all hollow.
Now, I make a decent salary of $4,000 a month so I can afford to buy sex, but I always think of the lost opportunity that $1,310 had. That's money that could have gone into stocks and investments, it could have paid an extra month on a mortgage, it could have got me enough weed to last a year. $1,310 could have been a dozen camping trips. It could have gone into a high-end graphics card.
However, instead of putting this money somewhere responsible or spending it on something productive, I have to instead spend it on escorts to sate the ever-increasing desire to wrap a rope around my head and end it all. I am left poorer as a result, with only a single income to support my-self and my living expenses.
Some day I might say fuck it and decide to kill myself, but when you guys say that escortcels are fakecels, you completely misunderstand the scenario. Seeing an escort does not change who you are as a person, it will not make you better with women, and it will not leave you satisfied in the end. It's a band-aid to a permanent problem, it's the essence of cope.
