It's something women are probably more familiar with, as anyone knows who has accompanied a woman going bloody shopping. Not just with your credit card: she just loves shopping for the sheer fucking buzz of it. Not even just material things. She enjoys paying
to get her nails done, her hair washed, or some other piece of crap. If they only had one coin left they would probably feel good buying a Big bloody Issue.
Most men get a buzz buying a new car. Or maybe plane tickets. But I think there's a certain pleasure from being able to buy sex. Over and above the familiar lists of cost-effectiveness, convenience, or lack of sex at home. There's something rather nice about being able to say, "I'd like to give you £70 for half an hour of sex with you".
Let's face it: we like spending money. It's the power to do something
with the money that we've worked hard to get. A power thing, but not a power over someone else: power that we have money in our pocket that only means something if we can spend it.
If all the women in the world were sexually liberated and didn't want to charge, fucked young and old, fat and ugly, there'd still be something fun about going up to a random stranger that would not be offended and saying, here's a couple of crispy fifties, let's fuck : are you up for it?
A conquest no less than giving her a flower or an ice-cream or reading a poem. Here's my MONNAIY!!!