Does anyone recall the time (pre-internet/broadband/mobile apps) when in Central London you had to rely on visiting phone
booths plastered with call girl cards, depicting pictures of page 3 type stunners, exotic models wearing alluring lingerie?
Actual reality in meeting these "stunners" for the most part was a real downer.
It was difficult at times to say no or walk away, and probably the most miserable sessions ever experienced by me were
around the mid-1990's as a consequence (sometimes there were exceptions though).
Later on during that time (1996 onwards) I developed a rather crude system as follows:
1. "Penis hardener" on first sight - Promising, go ahead but could still end up a poor session owing to a variety of factors.
2. "Penis Shriveller" on first sight - ABORT. Make a polite excuse to leave without offending the WG, on occasions have left
a tenner for the inconvenience. Everyone's definition of attractiveness is purely subjective
ofcourse, but with a "penis shriveller" on first sight, even if the WG tries her best, it's just
not going for happen for me.