Once upon a time, not so long ago, when I met chicks (ladies, females) at parties I spun in clubs or as a famous Disc Jockey on the radio; sometimes after hours, nobody asked for or mentioned money. Hell no! It was and still should be a taboo!
If I, she or me had the drugs (mostly pot or blow in those days), we both knew what we brought to the table without even mentioning dollars, unless we thought we would need more and then we would go in together often times. There was no innuendo of paying again for the intimate sexual pleasures to come. Are you kidding me??! If she needed a ride home, I’d give it to her or in the next morning, car fare, whatever worked for the friendship!
We fucked and sucked, laughed, partied and laid because we liked each other and wanted to have it again! If money had been the deal, I probably would not still be their friends to this day! All was consensual, w/o strings, and all was in-person to see, touch, feel, smell and taste each-other.
Nobody asked for money just to come over and see me for the first time or to rendezvous a first time at a neutral site to sniff one another! Who raised you to DO that? It would be embarrassing! If it came into that, it was because one player (and it was me a few times) was unemployed and felt embarrassed to broach the subject. In those instances, one or several involved parties would allay the fears of the impoverished friend, make a reimbursement arrangement or just say, “Fuggetabout it, we’re friends! C’mon, lets party!” The only females who asked for bucks up-front for fun were straight-up prostitutes, and we avoided them because of the STDs they carried. We knew what streets and neighborhoods to find one of them if we were throwing a bachelor party for one of out brothers who was “jumping the broom”, though, lol
I am not sure when this happened or how, but it seems as though there is a linguistic disconnect between we single Baby Boomers and those who are three or four decades younger in the simplest of how to write coherence text messages!
Unfortunately, these days in the 2023, with the possibility of internet texting forever without a phone call voice to attach and progress the relationship to, and all of these dating “apps” have given bullshit a new nefarious low license to trick, hide, scam or squash the in-person human touch that means so much. A recent texter wrote me that she “does meet ups”. At first I thought that rather quaint and shy; until she hinted – no – asked for money to pay for her phone plus gas UP-FRONT! My textd replied, “Oh, that makes you sound like a hooker…” “She” (still don’t know what gender I was dealing with in-reality) just kept calling it a “meet up”.
Ohh, you great pretender. What planet were you born and raised upon, that you come and prey upon the emotions of we Earthlings who are looking for love and trying to keep up with the times while doing so? And it blows my volcano cap, that an handsome man like who wrote this post, cannot find a sincere, hot, diverse, friendly female companion within the choosy specifications he desires, to walk up to the sun with, hand-in-hand.
Wow. Its a damned shame and maybe should be legally legislated to change the practice and protect the virtual parties involved, IMO. As the saying goes, “You can put lipstick on a pig, but its still a pig!”
This blog post is posted as a Public Service Announcement (PSA) warning to those not yet hip. If you think you saw me on an “APP”, please do not text me on the number you have been doing so…instead, CALL me, so I can know, via your voice that you are real and we can have a human, sexy, planning our dates, conversation.
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