This has to be one of the most unexpected situations I’ve put myself in. I call it a “situation” because that’s exactly what it feels like, and I don’t...
This has to be one of the most unexpected situations I’ve put myself in. I call it a “situation” because that’s exactly what it feels like, and I don’t think I’ve been this nervous to see a provider until now. That includes when I saw my very first provider—or hooker, however you want to call the woman I booked off BackPage. Seeing a provider for a short time has always been easy for me, but somehow I’ve put myself in the middle of seeing this one for an actual dine-in experience.
This wasn’t planned whatsoever. I decided to sponsor a provider’s trip, and with sponsorship comes all the benefits of the entire experience—the biggest one being the last night of their stay. Now, I’ve never done an overnight for a reason. Plenty of you have told me how much of a waste of time it is, saying what you pay for isn’t worth it since you’re sleeping most of the time anyway. So, I decided to go with something that felt worth it for both me and the provider. Having a nice dinner made sense given the timing, and I figured it’s been on my list for a while, so why not go for it?
Last night, I finished talking to the provider to lock things in. I told her this was my first time going to dinner with a provider, and that excited her—while I had my balls in my throat. As much as I want to try something like this, I can already tell how badly I’m going to freeze once I’m there. I can talk my ass off here—it’s easy since we’re all like-minded individuals—but talking with a provider about something other than her work feels more difficult. Especially when there’s a generational gap between our ages. The worst feeling has to be that awkward silence when you have nothing to say. It’s so much easier in a hotel room, where you already know what each other is about and why you’re there.
So now, I’m drawing a blank for this night. I have no idea where to bring her. As much as I dislike fancy restaurants, I feel like this provider deserves a little excitement in her life—like they all do. That’s why I’m coming to the one place I trust more than anywhere else: here. We have plenty of well-seasoned clients who know how to show women a good time outside of the hotel room. Many of us fit that criteria, but only a few of us live in the Big Apple.
So, I’m asking my New York clients for a little insight and advice on how to show a MILF provider a good time. I could figure it out myself, but a lot of the places I go to are further uptown than I’d feel comfortable taking her. I’d love to hear from everyone, but I’d especially like to hear from
@Joel Goodson, who always seems to know the nicest spots in the city to eat. Still, everyone’s input would be appreciated.
