It’s always been hard for me to understand the whole concept of taking a provider out to dinner—so you can imagine how confusing it is to now find myself wanting to take two out at the same time. There’s a small number of hobbyists who’ve done this with one provider and genuinely enjoyed themselves, and an even smaller number who’ve done it with a duo. Taking a provider to dinner has always been on my bucket list, but now that the opportunity is presenting itself… I’m low-key bitching out.
Lately, I’ve been seeing a flood of photos from clients out with providers. Nothing crazy, just casual snaps from dinner or brunch. But to me, those photos paint a bigger picture—one that reflects something I’ve quietly been chasing: intimacy outside the bedroom. One provider at dinner seems like a lot already, but two? It feels borderline impossible. And I think it all stems from one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had as a hobbyist, early on in my journey.
This particular provider seemed classy when we first connected. We spoke on the phone, had a video call—no red flags at all. When we agreed to meet, she suggested this little outdoor seating area—kind of like a laid-back café. I arrived early and watched from a distance, still cautious (way more so back then). I looked away for a second, and when I looked back, I saw her at the table… and I was floored. She looked half-drunk, wearing what looked like a sparkly dinner dress with jeans underneath—at three in the afternoon.
I walked over, and we sat down. That’s when I realized she was openly talking to the couple next to us, telling them exactly why she was there. I wanted to sink into the ground. Since that moment, I’ve never offered to meet a provider for a public date—let alone two at once.
Maybe it’s some leftover PTSD, or just a lingering fear of losing control in a setting where discretion and vibe matter most. But as much as I’ve been avoiding it, my curiosity won’t shut up. The idea of taking a provider (or duo) out for dinner feels like a unique experience—a step into a deeper, more personal level of connection. It’s the kind of intimacy that makes the eventual physical side of things ten times better. And God knows, I want that.
So yeah, maybe this is just something I need to work through. Maybe I’ll just say “fuck it” and go for it. We do live in a “YOLO” world, and moments like these don’t come around often—especially since I rarely see providers throughout the year. If I don’t do this now, I might never do it. That means more to me than I realized.
Lately, I’ve been seeing a flood of photos from clients out with providers. Nothing crazy, just casual snaps from dinner or brunch. But to me, those photos paint a bigger picture—one that reflects something I’ve quietly been chasing: intimacy outside the bedroom. One provider at dinner seems like a lot already, but two? It feels borderline impossible. And I think it all stems from one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had as a hobbyist, early on in my journey.
This particular provider seemed classy when we first connected. We spoke on the phone, had a video call—no red flags at all. When we agreed to meet, she suggested this little outdoor seating area—kind of like a laid-back café. I arrived early and watched from a distance, still cautious (way more so back then). I looked away for a second, and when I looked back, I saw her at the table… and I was floored. She looked half-drunk, wearing what looked like a sparkly dinner dress with jeans underneath—at three in the afternoon.
I walked over, and we sat down. That’s when I realized she was openly talking to the couple next to us, telling them exactly why she was there. I wanted to sink into the ground. Since that moment, I’ve never offered to meet a provider for a public date—let alone two at once.
Maybe it’s some leftover PTSD, or just a lingering fear of losing control in a setting where discretion and vibe matter most. But as much as I’ve been avoiding it, my curiosity won’t shut up. The idea of taking a provider (or duo) out for dinner feels like a unique experience—a step into a deeper, more personal level of connection. It’s the kind of intimacy that makes the eventual physical side of things ten times better. And God knows, I want that.
So yeah, maybe this is just something I need to work through. Maybe I’ll just say “fuck it” and go for it. We do live in a “YOLO” world, and moments like these don’t come around often—especially since I rarely see providers throughout the year. If I don’t do this now, I might never do it. That means more to me than I realized.
