What's your personal comfort level in terms of giving these spas and these providers your personal info?
Some guys are complete phantoms who never call ahead, never share their number and give fake details about themselves to providers and MMS. The only way you'd know they were there is from the surveillance video.
Other guys, I hear, go through rigorous screening to get into the top places including showing drivers license, phone number and even their real work ID.
Where do you fall in that spectrum?
For me as a guy who has been hobbying for many years and was caught by my wife years ago (she ran a keystroke logger program on my laptop and checked my cell phone records), that taught me to be a complete phantom. NO paper trail. I pay in cash. I show up as a walk-in. I park a couple of blocks away. I've had a dozen different names and professions when asked. I don't even have a burner cell. I may show up twice in one week. I may never show up again. But no one from that world can identify me in my real world unless I bump into them on the street (which is unlikely because I monger far from where I actually live).
I honestly can't believe that many guys trust these people with their work info, their real address and their real information, married or not. Nothing for nothing, they're part of a criminal underworld that works with crooked cops to stay in business. Not exactly the kind of folks I want knowing how to contact my wife or my job if they feel like it. Just my two cents.
Some guys are complete phantoms who never call ahead, never share their number and give fake details about themselves to providers and MMS. The only way you'd know they were there is from the surveillance video.
Other guys, I hear, go through rigorous screening to get into the top places including showing drivers license, phone number and even their real work ID.
Where do you fall in that spectrum?
For me as a guy who has been hobbying for many years and was caught by my wife years ago (she ran a keystroke logger program on my laptop and checked my cell phone records), that taught me to be a complete phantom. NO paper trail. I pay in cash. I show up as a walk-in. I park a couple of blocks away. I've had a dozen different names and professions when asked. I don't even have a burner cell. I may show up twice in one week. I may never show up again. But no one from that world can identify me in my real world unless I bump into them on the street (which is unlikely because I monger far from where I actually live).
I honestly can't believe that many guys trust these people with their work info, their real address and their real information, married or not. Nothing for nothing, they're part of a criminal underworld that works with crooked cops to stay in business. Not exactly the kind of folks I want knowing how to contact my wife or my job if they feel like it. Just my two cents.