Originally Posted by
BeardedOne
Damn. How did I miss this shitstorm?
This all comes up from time to time and keeps stirring up the same nonsense on every round.
I've found three comments, by different posters, that narrow my field for a one-shot:
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Aside from the fact that most of my GG girlfriends didn't have an enormous 'clitty' (Oh, wait, that would be all of them), and that my male lovers lacked a shapely form of T & A, and that a significant number of people I've bedded had the manners of a troll (Though my 'little head' blinded me to these revelations many times), lets look at some basic math:
My average date with a T-gurl has been in the $5-900 range and included transportation, a gift (However small), dinner (Not always, but often a bonus), a nice room or suite, and their 'donation'.
What I got, as far as 'bang for the buck', was basic companionship with conversation from someone that would at least pretend to listen to me, some good company with (In these examples) an uber hot lady (My most memorable night was spent with a gurl in Philly - You know who you are and yes, Philly is your number one bitch ;) - who drew so much attention that we were VIP seated by the manager of the restaurant and dodged the admiring stares of the tourists throughout dinner), and was pretty much guaranteed (YMMV) that I'd get pounded into the sheets until I squealed like a pig before the end of the night.
To the first poster:
I've had "lovers" that clearly didn't give a fuck about me throughout much of our relationship.
So, the professional wins the first round, as they at least feign interest in you and your life. Note that I said PROFESSIONAL, not average street whore.
To the second:
Wining and dining a professional costs me an entire evening of food and drink. My dinner with one gurl (Hi, Babe!) - Not a pro and ending with a peck on the cheek when she went home - cost $xxx.xx (It's impolite to tell your date how much 'she cost'). My last, and I emphasize the word =LAST= 'lover' sucked about ten grand out of me during our short-lived relationship. Included were gifts, time off from work, travel time, fuel costs, tolls, dinners, hotel fees, blah, blah, blah.
In the end, the cunt kicked me in the teeth and caused a near-suicidal breakdown.
To date, none of our resident 'whores' have come close to causing this kind of damage and they've been far more economical.
Oh, yah, and they have 'clittys'.
To the third:
Follow your own damned advise, dickwad. If you had a genuine GF you prolly wouldn't be trolling a tranny porn site as you'd be far to bizzy shaggin' her ass. You clearly are not experienced enough to suss out the economy of dating a professional escort. And if you truly think that having a GF is more financially sound than the occasional vizzit to one of our treasured gurls...
See you at the sheriff's sale, homeless one.
