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Self-discipline should be mastered by men in order to avoid getting touchy with hookers. After all, these women are only doing their job. Absolutely agreed that one should avoid getting touchy! Part of my frustration here stems from my recognizing exactly that. Having them plying their trade on the street where I live also crosses boundaries - I'm seeing my neighbourhood get shot to hell before my eyes.
It's really not that different from having people offer to sell me drugs, y'know which isn't happening here YET, but If I'm walking down East Hastings I expect it, but I don't really want people with burned lips coming up to me to ask if I want to buy rock a block from where I live, which is the sort of "business" these women approximate. Are crack dealers also just "doing their job? The bud dealers I can live with, even tho' I don't do business with them, either The thing that would change all of this is if these girls just didn't approach me.
I have no problem looking for sex, if I want it; I've spent half my adult life doing exactly that. Though I've never actually used the services of a prostitute, in fact, I have at a few points in my life inquired with some curiosity of certain prostitutes as to how much they would charge; it's not like I'm too SHY to do that, if it's what I'm looking for. As degraded and desperate as these particular girls seem, I probably wouldn't mind very much about them doing their thing, if only they weren't ASKING me, and thus violating the sacred private space that is supposed to exist between strangers, that you're only supposed to cross if you have a legitimate reason.
If they were just standing on the street, I think I could live with that: They're intruding into my little private realm, forcing me to say no. I mean, sorry, but I resent that, just like I recent people who come up to me at Skytrain stations and ask if I want to buy a used transfer All the same, I guess I should be grateful that they're not like the Tokyo hookers, who will actually TOUCH you - link their arm with yours and start caressing your chest and asking if you want to have some fun I see I have used a "recent" where I meant "resent," but since it's a typo everyone will be able to figure out, I'll let it stand Reading back the above, I see I may have exaggerated the frequency with which I'm getting solicited.
I'd had several experiences in a short time period, but nothing since Maybe it's not quite as bad as I'm making out Monday, September 17, On the hookers of Maple Ridge. So here's a charming new twist. You see them standing at certain intersections in clusters of two or three in the afternoon, and every couple of nights, as I walk between my Mom's apartment and my own, I'm getting asked if I want a date, or more frequently if I have an extra cigarette to sell, by rather rough looking women dressed in tight skirts or short shorts and high heels, many of them looking like they're kind of in need of a fix - like they're already doing the math in their head, calculating the amount of time it would take to get me off, separate me from my money, call their dealer, and get whatever it is they need into their bloodstream.