Ladies, I am tired. I am sick of games, I am sick of scams, and most of all; I am sick to fucking death of catfish.

You’re selling, I’m buying. It’s supposed to be simple. The whole point of paying for sex instead of trying to chase it down in the wild is for it to be simple. We both get exactly what we want, and both of our expectations are met perfectly, or at worst, we address the deficiency when we negotiate for the next encounter. Nobody’s feelings have to be hurt here, the whole point of committing this crime is to avoid all of that. This is a transaction, you’re selling something I want, and I’m trying to buy it. That’s it. I know there are significant risks involved with participating in your profession; but I don’t want to be scammed, robbed, raped, or get beaten to death by a pimp any more than you do.

I understand I am going to be bordering on rant here, but please try to bear with me for a little bit. I feel that some of this comes down to why I’m willing to pay for sex in the first place. First of all, I don’t feel that buying or selling sex is in any way immoral. If you want to tell me that a sex worker sells their body and a construction worker doesn’t? Give me a break. The entire system we live in is designed to see to people’s needs in exchange for money. I see to other people’s needs and they give me money in return, I spend that money to take care of my own needs. I need my house cleaned and I don’t want to do it myself so I pay my cleaning ladies to do it for me. I need my yard mowed and I don’t want to do it myself so I pay my lawn guy to do it for me. Paying professionals to do things for me that do a better job at it than I can myself and allow me to spend the time I would be doing that job doing something I actually want to do adds value to my life. My own time is the most valuable asset I have and I am more than willing to pay other people to do things I need done. Especially when they can do a better job of it than I can myself.

Relationships are hard work, of the 42 years I’ve spent on this planet I spent the first 18 not fucking anyone. Of the 24 left available I spent all but 7 of them in relationships with exactly 2 women. I tried to marry one of them and I succeeded at marrying the other. That relationship just recently ended. I’m not in the kind of emotional place to try to get involved in another relationship right now. But I am still a man and I still have a man’s needs.

I am a heterosexual man. I am 42 years old. Once I’ve gotten the food, water, warmth, and rest tier of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs squared away, pussy is the next thing on my list. Sex is not something I want, it is something I need. I need to fuck women and I don’t have the time or the energy right now for a relationship and doing it myself gets old pretty fast, so I am perfectly willing to spend money to have that need met if someone is available, willing, not being forced into it, and the only thing separating me from her pussy is dollar bills. Dollar bills I have, and it is pussy that I lack.

Now let’s talk about just the straight economics of it. I don’t think of myself as hot, the only thing I physically have going for me is that I’m tall, about 6’3” in my socks. I am pretty muscular and athletic but right now I’m a little fluffy, I’m working on it. Right now I’m in the 6 neighborhood. When I’m in good shape and well dressed and groomed I might crack the 7’s, but I’ll never be an 8 or higher. This standard issue mid-western white guy face I have kind of precludes that. But even with that limited tool box I can be bright and charming if I find a girl that I vibe with. I can dance, and that helps. I can score at the bars about a third of the time that I go out. But let’s think about what a night out costs. I live about 20 minutes from the nightlife area in my city, so if I strike out I’m spending $50 on transportation to and from all the while being disappointed. If I score I’m getting a room at the hotel downtown I like for about $200. That’s before I spend anything on drinks, food, ect. And if all I wanted to achieve by going out and hitting the bars was scoring pussy, it’s a losing game either way. Either I waste my night chasing girls and go home alone 2 out of 3 times or if I do score then I’m out three or four hundred bucks for what is usually mediocre drunk sex. I’d much rather go out with my boys and have fun, get drunk, and just have a good time among ourselves without sweating pussy.

Now, I realize that the perfect 10/10 sex with someone you love where you have that mind/body/soul connection isn’t for sale anywhere and not at any price. But that sex costs too and it costs a whole lot more than money. Right now I don’t have the capital to get that, and probably wouldn’t want to buy it if I did. I’d be doing a disservice to both myself and the hypothetical woman in question. But for a few hundred dollars I can have 8/10 sex with a 10/10 woman when, where, and subject to both our limits; how I want. I’m a man of fairly simple, vanilla-ish tastes, I’m not a difficult client.

Why wouldn’t I? The math says pay for sex when I need it. Paying professionals to meet my needs results in a better experience, better value, less disappointment, and overall everyone being happier. The choice, at least for me, is real clear.

I say what I want, you say what you’re willing to do, we agree on a price, and the deal is done. My favorite recently left the profession, and I’m looking for someone new and the scams and the wastes of time are driving me nuts.

Ladies, if you’re in the North Texas/Oklahoma area and would prefer some of the dollars currently in my wallet to be in your wallet, my DM’s are open.