What kills an ATF relationship?
gk
Florida
Reading Hersheykiss's post about what makes an ATF and thinking about my reply gave me this idea for a new topic. What has brought your various ATF relationships to an end? Looking back to various ATF relations at different clubs, these things come to mind, but in no particular order.
1. Bordom--after a while it just wasn't special or didn't turn me on anymore.
2. Absence--mine, that is. Remove part of the formula (me and money) and sometimes the other party backs off even if you don't want to.
3. Breaking faith--meaning, I or she didn't do what was promised or expected.
4. Stolen away--It's a mean competitive world out there. Sometimes you're the victim, sometimes you're the thief.
1. Bordom--after a while it just wasn't special or didn't turn me on anymore.
2. Absence--mine, that is. Remove part of the formula (me and money) and sometimes the other party backs off even if you don't want to.
3. Breaking faith--meaning, I or she didn't do what was promised or expected.
4. Stolen away--It's a mean competitive world out there. Sometimes you're the victim, sometimes you're the thief.
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I hesitate to call my 2nd and current relationship with a dancer as ATF. It has gone way beyond that. I have known her for about 7 years. She does not normally even dance anymore but will meet me at the club any time I am in town. We did lunch on her 32nd birthday last month with TUSCL_Brother and did breakfast with him and Gwen the next day. We have plans to visit the zoo on the 16th.I am meeting snowtime at the club on the 15th. It is a given that she will join us. I just refer to her as a special friend. There is nothing that we don't share with each other. I am cock blocking myself to spend the time with her. Gwen has quoted the special price of $150 for FS at my hotel. My special friend does not object. "I don't want your money. I just enjoy spending time with you". What a gal.
My second ATF, an associate of hers, gave up drinking after getting arrested in the club for giving blowjobs. She cut me off, then about a year later borrowed a small sum of money. Even though six months have passed and three requests for repayment, she won't repay with cash, or in free lappers.
My PTF is inconsistent, sometimes she gives up the pussy, sometimes not.
basically the expectations were a total one-way street from her. no dice.
I second the notion of PTF, as for the most part, girls in the ATF category aren't always currently dancing, at least somewhere accessible to me. After a while, someone else comes along.
another favorite disappeared on me after loaning her $100. Found her by accident at a club a few months later and she was terrified. I really do not know why she was so terrified that I was there. I'm not a hitman and I didn't intend to do anything to her.
another favorite just disappeared on me. I figure she either decided to stay home to avoid the police or got fired from the club. I decided not to call and ask when I first noticed she wasn't there one weekend. Then it became two weekends, then never again. I call her my ATF nymphomaniac.
I believe another favorite did get fired from the club. I didn't recall her name so when a bouncer told me so and so wasn't working there anymore, I didn't put two and two together right away.
1. I "get to know" the girl and find out, that I don't like what I learn. She complains about certain races (usually Asians are most reviled; sometimes Blacks) or has extremely poor hygiene or etiquette, or something else that is "too close for comfort."
2. I get bored with her. I was initially besotted because of the novelty, and she's no longer novel.
2.b. I get attached to another girl, someone new and more fascinatingly novel.
3. A major one: she turns out to be a poor performer over time. For example, our first few interactions at a club, she is sprightly and gay and delightful, and maybe the lappers are excellent or maybe just around par, doesn't matter. Then, I catch her when she's a dud, she complains about her boyfriend (WTF! always let me be the ONLY man in your life!), and her lappers are under-handedly low-service. In fact ...
4. She takes me for granted. I can remember a thousand times that I've moved on from a girl because I could read this in her eye, demeanor, attitude, logistics: "Oh, he's a regular, I can go flirt with the other boys whose money I want, because this poor sot will wait around all night." Or, "I can give him a lack-luster lapper because ..."
Seriously, though: these are some interesting and profound things we've talked about.
Chandler, very true in some cases. But these relatiobnships are sometimes choices made with advance knowlede of the risks.
Maybe we also need to distinguish between FAV and ATF. I've had a fav lose interest in me after learning I wouldn't invest in a business proposal and another one when I demonstrated pocket discipline. We expect these things to happen.
Here's a twist though--a couple dancers who left the business remain good friend with me. One WAS an ATF when she danced, and now we're just good friends. The other dancer WAS NOT an ATF nor a fav, but now that she's out of the business, we continue a friendship that sometimes includes you know what.
Keeping things in the "fantasy" column does provide for a safety zone. For me, stepping outside that zone (without being stupid) makes life more interesting. On one side of the coin, then, the Chandler point is very true: tease-fantasy-reality sometimes don't mix. But we have to admit there is another side to the coin with evidence that some things are not tease and some promises are kept. But like life, nothing is guaranteed.