Hello,
I would like to ask the perb community here about a few things that have been crossing my mind these last couple of visits with the SPs.
I started this hobby/interest at an early age of 22. I'm not sure if that is a blessing or a curse. Looking back, in the begining it is quite fun and exciting. It's quite addicting as well, almost obsessively addicting. Although i did take a couple of grenades or "L" in the early days, things have calm down now-a-days. I am not sure if the horomones are declining or if the novelty has dulled.
I am 25 now, and i'm not sure how long i will continue this path. It isn't as exciting anymore, but for some reason i continue this hobby by coming back. I feel like like i have a dark secret that no one knows about except me. The issue is that you can never tell i am in this hobby. The sad thing is i am by no means an unattractive person, nor unfit. I am an young working professional who is athletic and stays in shape and is above average i'd say. But time after time again for some reason i choose this hobby instead of finding a nice girl, and creating a relationship or life. Maybe because this is so easy. I feel like living a double life that my family, friends and co-workers don't know about.
It is not until recently, it has really gotten bad about my perspective through the encounters of people waiting for the SP i was with in the lobby and seeing their faces and they were in their 40's and 60's i realize there are a ton of people in this age group. I began losing my drive. Began losing my interest. I never notice the end game, or how this will change my personality or life until i began seeing the older clients, and reflect their lives upon my self. Am I naive, for thinking that most people are like me age wise? I slowly started picking up on this perspective through my visual encounters, and the stories that the SP tells me about people escaping their wives, or middle age men in their 40's - 60's seeking a good time.
I began getting sick, sick of the thought that these older men. As well as epathy for the women that have to put themselves through this just for money. Good money, i would like to add.
I am afraid ever since discovering this hobby it has become an easy fall back and an easy escape route for me. Sometimes i wonder.. what if i never began, or what if i was more oblivious to the reality around me.. I feel like i can quit.. but a part of me is worried that i will never will, or want to start a relationship with someone or finally being with someone but having them find out my hobby.
I'm not going to deny that during the moment it feels amazing. The brief moment jn time forgetting about all the problems in our lives. However, there is always a tainted after thought after doing the deed. Like after eating a very unhealthy meal, and realization of what you put inside your body. You begin to question your life, and what you are doing and the guilt of blowing an significant acccomulation amount of good money for this hobby. So my question to all of you would be, Are any of you on the same boat? Do you have similar thoughts? What motivates you? Whats your perspective?
It feels nice to type all of this out, and rant about my perspective since this has been on my chest for these past few years without anyone around me having a clue what im doing... nor have i ever spoken to anyone about my thoughts...
Please share your experience, encounters, and wisdom. I'd love to see yall perspective!
I would like to ask the perb community here about a few things that have been crossing my mind these last couple of visits with the SPs.
I started this hobby/interest at an early age of 22. I'm not sure if that is a blessing or a curse. Looking back, in the begining it is quite fun and exciting. It's quite addicting as well, almost obsessively addicting. Although i did take a couple of grenades or "L" in the early days, things have calm down now-a-days. I am not sure if the horomones are declining or if the novelty has dulled.
I am 25 now, and i'm not sure how long i will continue this path. It isn't as exciting anymore, but for some reason i continue this hobby by coming back. I feel like like i have a dark secret that no one knows about except me. The issue is that you can never tell i am in this hobby. The sad thing is i am by no means an unattractive person, nor unfit. I am an young working professional who is athletic and stays in shape and is above average i'd say. But time after time again for some reason i choose this hobby instead of finding a nice girl, and creating a relationship or life. Maybe because this is so easy. I feel like living a double life that my family, friends and co-workers don't know about.
It is not until recently, it has really gotten bad about my perspective through the encounters of people waiting for the SP i was with in the lobby and seeing their faces and they were in their 40's and 60's i realize there are a ton of people in this age group. I began losing my drive. Began losing my interest. I never notice the end game, or how this will change my personality or life until i began seeing the older clients, and reflect their lives upon my self. Am I naive, for thinking that most people are like me age wise? I slowly started picking up on this perspective through my visual encounters, and the stories that the SP tells me about people escaping their wives, or middle age men in their 40's - 60's seeking a good time.
I began getting sick, sick of the thought that these older men. As well as epathy for the women that have to put themselves through this just for money. Good money, i would like to add.
I am afraid ever since discovering this hobby it has become an easy fall back and an easy escape route for me. Sometimes i wonder.. what if i never began, or what if i was more oblivious to the reality around me.. I feel like i can quit.. but a part of me is worried that i will never will, or want to start a relationship with someone or finally being with someone but having them find out my hobby.
I'm not going to deny that during the moment it feels amazing. The brief moment jn time forgetting about all the problems in our lives. However, there is always a tainted after thought after doing the deed. Like after eating a very unhealthy meal, and realization of what you put inside your body. You begin to question your life, and what you are doing and the guilt of blowing an significant acccomulation amount of good money for this hobby. So my question to all of you would be, Are any of you on the same boat? Do you have similar thoughts? What motivates you? Whats your perspective?
It feels nice to type all of this out, and rant about my perspective since this has been on my chest for these past few years without anyone around me having a clue what im doing... nor have i ever spoken to anyone about my thoughts...
Please share your experience, encounters, and wisdom. I'd love to see yall perspective!
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