I just saw a guy with a sleazy voice. He wasn't a time-waster but fell into the category of boundary pusher. It's hard to describe, exactly. Like he thinks he's really sophisticated and emotionally evolved and so I'm supposed to connect with him on a deeper level. He didn't actually do anything wrong - he just thinks that we're going to have this special arrangement (or he was talking bollocks about such an arrangement) in which we go out to fancy places and he really wants to pleasure ME. Oh! But he must pleasure me. It's crucial that I enjoy myself.
And what does that mean? It means that I am supposed to be pleased by what it is he likes to do. And share a load of horseshit about what a fantastic erotic connection we have.
Because he's not like all those other dirty, shallow punters. Oh, no! He's a sophisticated ladies man of wealth and taste!
I'd rather by fucked doggy style by a lorry driver.