Life is a series of gambles. What are the odds one will be hit by a car crossing the street? What are the odds one can get to the supermarket before it closes? If one studies hard for a test, what are the odds of getting an A? And so it goes, we are engaged in a seemingly non-stop series of gambles. We do are best to predict reasoned outcomes, and we proceed. Now, in the arena of soliciting the services of a prostitute, the stakes are high. Will one get robbed? Will one catch an STD? AIDS? What about getting arrested? Here again, one plays the probability that none of these damages might occur. But in the back of the mind, it is reluctantly acknowledged that these risks are significant. And someone is bound to get burnt. Someone will contract AIDS. Someone will be arrested in the company of a transvestite prostitute, and thereby lose everything when friends, family and coworkers see it on the computer. It will, in fact, happen to a percentage of those reading this post. Not a large percentage, mind you. Small. Very small. 1%? 2%? Who knows? I find it gratifying to know that it won't happen to me. And I get a kick out of knowing it will happen to someone else. One of you reading this, in fact.
Pretty good post from an escort review forum:
Have you discovered the perfect escort?
I just read the escort forum for fun. Truth be told, with my looks and physique I don't need to pay.
Wasted 45 seconds of my life.
If marriage is a gamble, call me an 8 time loser
