I actually used to enjoy the mystery of a small newspaper ad and a hurried conversation, I never minded walking out it it was unsuitable and like the excitement of a new experience, like the one I had yesterday.
Although not quite old enough for the newspater ads, I am of an age that remembers the phone box/kerb/street scene so I know exactly what you mean. After a phone conversation about the deviant possibilities and description of the assets, the excitement was almost unbearable. When you got a good 'un it was fucking delcious. I sometimes walked but as a younger man then I was more likely to blow my wad anyway. Thanks for making me
and bring back those memories. Happy Days