I don’t know what it says about me that I officially lost interest in a man when he said the hooker-client relationship was too impersonal: “There’s no love there, no little notes on your car windshield.”
So…your degree is not in rocket science, is it? That’s the POINT — professional fucking and no ridiculous feelings. Not all of us enjoy romance via vehicular litter.
The whole point of paying for it is that there is no feelings involved. There is sex, and then the other party goes away again. What is there not to get? (Also, why would you want notes on your car windshield? I just plastered someone’s windshield with ‘parked illegally’ papers because they stole my assigned parking space at work on a rainy day when I had a bunch of stuff to carry in and out of the building. Putting paper on windshields is NOT love.)