JM -- you've done it again, and all who followed. Really gets at the core of this new experience I've had in CR over the past year. (Last New Years' Eve was spent in the BM bar, till 5 AM, on my 1st trip)
Any providers I've really hit it off with stateside really didn't cross my mind as possible to continue with personally, because:
1) I was reading all their reviews online, and all the experiences of other guys that led me to pick them. That kind of shuts off the "exclusively mine" portion of the romantic brain. And yet some of those steamy sessions, never to be forgotten. Even a couple who got better with repetition. But still no "feelings".
2) I couldn't possibly hope to replace their income, if they were ever to quit on my account! And how could I ask that of anyone? They know that, and keep their thoughts within bounds.
3) The age discrimination thing, at work in the US, vs. that 20-year "deduction" we get to take in CR. Plus, the woman can worry that you'll always have in the back of your mind a distrust and eventually "use her past" against her.
But learning about their attitudes toward the work, and my perspectives that they might not have even thought of. I've seen it as a sort of "nun"like existence, in that the full range of their sexual choosing is put on hold, and they have to put aside most thoughts of going after their romance/family goals while they're trying to make what for them is big money. They cross a line, taking on "the profession", and they have to keep themselves there.
In other words, they set their sights on a certain goal, and it's usually kept in mind as being for a limited period of time. (Could be a rationalization: the young woman who really enjoys the random randiness, and the $$$, could forgo US family dreaming for quite a long time.)
During that time, they adopt a second -- disposable -- identity, second community of friends, work partners, clients. And, I think, they often intend to just blow town at the end of it, forget all past connections (except her bank account) and start life over as "just another girl who's dated a lot of guys." No one new she meets will ever know. (Could be harder for SJO Ticas to pull an identity switch like that?)
Now, what confuses me, is the sex part. Yeah, as usual. We guys would think that a life of having sex anytime you want, would be just peachy.
But ask a pro, and her attitude is that "it's work" and she wouldn't be doing it if she didn't need el dinero. So, it's distasteful work? Well, get her in the room and she's enthusiastically giving you the finest BBBJ of your life, and then you're hearing "Papi, Si Papi!" (which time confirms was the genuine article from the beginning.)
(And this is the point where your brain is exploding, from questioning your ENTIRE F'ING LIFE -- WHY did I ever get married? IDIOT!!! WHY didn't I come here 20 years ago?? etc etc)
So, she doesn't like it? Seems like pretty enjoyable "work", to me. WHo'd ever want to leave that? I think it's more the "crossing over" into a different category for them, rather than the burden of the individual sessions that we mostly think of. The whole life.
Well, one suspicion I have about their conflict in crossing over, is that part of normal courtship is the lady getting to choose, and getting to reject suitors. Pro work is a very different set of parameters, and I wonder if it crosses their courtship wires somehow, and disqualifies most anyone she meets that way, or at least she's somewhat on guard, until they can both back up, and get re-acquainted, maybe even needing more than most situations? And him needing to do something to distinguish himself from the rest of the pack. (Woof!) There's no cheating Cupid?
All I can think of is that for them, the sex dissociates -- it's good on its own -- it HAS to be, for them to impress you on the job. And, cross another threshold, -- we're equal in it -- why not scoop up some goodies for herself? "Que rico!"
Hey -- we perros get it up to go in 10 minutes or less, on sighting a suitable target -- we expect a match who'll light up quickly, and the ones that don't provide it, we don't see around for long. Self-selection. But, like fine wines.... (Makes me think of all the smouldering gringas I can recall who erupted out of their plain identities, given the right environment and stimulus. I've really gotta start getting out more...

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But they learn not to think of it as something pointing to a connection for their future. They've seen too many, uh, come and go. In that, they feel even FARTHER from getting something like they may want romantically. (Plus we just might not be their "type". Although, they might sense the very real Sugar Daddy possibility to override that.)
Indeed, the words came out one night quite directly, something like: "I _expect_ a man to take care of me." Without elaboration, letting me know it had been the norm in previous times. So, the availability of money will always be part of the romance for the beautiful woman in this situation. Getting over our American attitude, the myth that they're not connected, is necessary. Men have had mistresses (or polygamy) around the world, and throughout history, just our peculiar background has hidden it from us. You got what you could afford to keep. So -- how well has our "getting it for free" preoccupation worked out for us, in the USA?
I think the best among them would want to just get it established, get the mechanics of it simplified and out of the way, and get down to enjoying life together, in all the other ways that people bond. Hmmmm, now what's wrong with _that_ picture? (And of course, you've gotta be in town to really have it count for much, and yes, people always try to get away with stuff -- it's in all those French and Italian movies, isn't it?)
Most American men do not really get the sex/money connection in marriage, until after they write the Big Divorce Check. Then, do the math: "I paid X hundred dollars a pop! Coulda had a pro, and some variety. Sheesh!"
But that lure of wanting to be SPECIAL to someone, and not quite knowing what that is for each person.
One indicator for me is the ol' "paying her to go away" thing. If, when I get done with the sexo, completely drained, and I want more of
her then I know I'm in deep.
When in conversation over dinner, she reveals some new side of herself that, beyond the language and cultural and distance gaps, is someone who is sharper than anyone Stateside I've known in decades, someone who seems to be ALL THERE, I'm declaring asylum here tomorrow! (But that language thing keeps me second-guessing myself.)
When, back home, I look at her photos, and realize I've magnified her beauty a couple notches beyond how others would objectively see her, I know I'm pushing the limits of "falling off the wagon again."
Capo really nailed the cycle we go 'round in, and when you find yourself doing things to break the hold that "one" seems to be getting on you, and you go in and out of it at different times, then you know it's your own fish-on-the-hook stuff you're doing to yourself. There's some lifelong stuff being hashed out, and shouldn't drag someone else along into, either.
Key would be getting to know her long enough, in enough different situations, to see if she is honest as a person outside of the chica game, and the money game.
I wonder how many of us have had a glimpse of what REALLY goes on in the dynamics of men who waltz into a poor country with a pocketful of their country's high-power money. I've gotta do a lot of equalizing to be sure there isn't a crawful of arrogance riding along with it.
If someone really shows you they want to get out of the games, then you have something. If you get fooled, then it's your own lack of perception, or not taking the time.
I'm at the point where I'm thinking, do I want to invite someone to be that serious with me, if I'm not ready to come back at the same level. I feel enough retroactive jealousy; last thing I need is a jealous Latina throwing furniture around to make her point about things I might not yet have gotten out of my system (or might never).
I guess this is a year I've learned a lot about myself (with so much help from brothers here) and just finding out how far I still have to go.
What do I want? Beauty, hot sex, intelligence, and variety. Last one's the tickler. We'll see... that ol' "have to grow up, and settle down" meme doesn't wash much anymore. But I've never found so much quality, in such variety, before CR.