Nightowl

Just curious: Does the data represent only sex workers who identified themselves as that specific city or does it include those in cities nearby? In other words, did everyone in your “San Francisco” category identify as such or does it also include men in Sausalito, Berkeley, or Moraga?

That’s an interesting point about using one’s name. In the four years I’ve been hiring, I’ve always given my name but your comment makes me realize that no one has ever called me by that name during a session. …

Definitely consider going to massage school if you can. Clients like me who have been getting massages for a long time will appreciate your skills. The fact that you care about what irritates your clients is admirable.

I guess I’ve been lucky. My favorite provider has taken extra time with me when we’ve both been enjoying ourselves and we’ve sometimes lain naked, chatting in each other’s arms after the paid session was over. It was incall, so that makes a difference, and it wasn’t in NYC….

Interesting question. Split attention (cellphones) is a biggie that’s well-covered here so I won’t elaborate. For me, the biggest thing that pisses me off is a provider who advertises massage, doesn’t know a thing about massage, and spends five minutes pretending he’s giving a massage before grabbing my dick and acting completely incredulous when I try to slow him down because I really do want a massage. I also hate it when I see a new provider who doesn’t know what I want, doesn’t take the time to ask, and greets me curtly, saying only “get undressed and get on the table” before charging into his set routine. The best massage providers communicate, know what they’re doing, and intersperse therapeutic massage elements with erotic ones, taking care of my muscular kinks and stresses while at the same time keeping me aroused and anticipating what may happen next. I should add that, so far, I’ve only hired for massage, so I haven’t taken the plunge into the full Rentmen experience.

If the pictures are similar, I would say there’s such a thing as too many. A whole slew of “posed” pictures leave me cold and 25 pictures of the same body part can be boring. I usually get all the information I need to decide whether to hire based on the first few pictures in the ad. If the provider selects them well, he’ll grab my attention.

You don’t seem to be asking for advice so I won’t give you any, just wish you good luck and relay my hope that maybe things will be different this time.

It probably wouldn’t have been a great experience. Kind of hard to be your best after being put through the security gauntlet.

I wonder if he’s paranoid that you’re either going to harm him or come back later and rob him so he’s taking pictures in front of his building for future evidence if he needs it. My bet is that he forwarded those pictures to someone immediately in case anything happens to him. Far-fetched but I can see it happening.

I think he was expecting you to offer an alternative, “ How about Tuesday?” By saying you’d try another time he figured you’d contact him later. Unless he’s desperate to see you, I wouldn’t expect him to be the one to offer alternatives.

Is it possible that he doesn’t keep clients in his contact list for your personal privacy so when your number came up it didn’t identify you? Possibly a stretch I know…

The only time I use cash now is when that’s the only form of payment accepted for an erotic massage.

I thought you’d never ask. Big enough to get the job done plus a couple of inches.

Pretty much all of them. The laugh tracks drive me crazy.

Self checkout wherever it is available. I’m faster and a more efficient bagger than 99% of the full-service cashiers.

This is every man’s nightmare when hiring. I’m sorry this happened to you.

I answered “no, “no,” and “it depends.”. I saw a masseur for strictly therapeutic massage twice over several months and he spent part of both sessions on topics that clearly indicated that he was on a different side of the political spectrum than I. During the second visit I found myself getting agitated by what he was saying because I was there to release stress and muscular tightness, and the conversation was making me more tense since I was biting my tongue to keep from saying anything argumentative. Though the massage was great, I opted not to go back. So I guess that, if I know his political affiliation and I know he’s going to talk to me about it and stress me out,, I probably won’t hire him. I prefer not to know and not to tell so that we can both enjoy each other’s company.

I can see myself going for something like this. If the house is big enough, each person could have their own space when they want privacy. Having the companionship of like-minded men as I wait for the lights to go out has a certain appeal. If I survive my current partner I’m not sure I’d want another relationship anyway, just good company.

I love the cow milking analogy

I’ve never seen it on a medical form but I probably wouldn’t answer it. They always ask for my SSN and I don’t give that either.

So many labels….

I understand your position. Different approaches for different people. My original post only reflects my preference.

I understand your point. Fortunately, we are each free to handle the situation our own way.

Sounds fun. A big orgy.

I respect that viewpoint 😀