Yes, I have to agree that punting new girls is becoming something of a chore for me, too.
I get up in the morning thinking, yeah, I fancy a suckie/fuckie today but eventually, looking at the girls available and the distances involved, I generally end up watching TV. I'm settled on a couple of regulars, one on my doorstep and one fucking miles away, but I know where I'm going in both cases, know I'm going to get a top-rate service, and I don't have to fuck about with the sat nav or finding the right flat. When I say 'Distances involved', I mean as little as 11 miles. Once upon a time, I'd drive that before breakfast, but these days, it's just no fun anymore.
When I went to see Lovely Emily down by the RAF Museum, my sat nav went fuck-o and the whole journey turned out to be a nightmare. The punt was excellent but I was very stressed by the drive and the bollocks directions from the maid.
I hope it's just a phase I'm going through.