From the very start, my wife's encounters with BBC had very little lovey dovey sweet boyfriend component to it. She was already married, a dept head at Purdue, a marathon runner, and...then stripper at local bars, massage parlor worker, and even later did outcall. So, maybe that all kept her from a sweet daily romance.
In my wife's case, almost all the BBC were trying to leave a permanent imprint...something far more powerful than a tattoo. They appreared to be on a qwest to make her ass and pussy MUCH bigger. Almost all knew that she had stripped. And quite a few came up with the same idea and hoped that when she next stripped and went down for a squat, facing out from the dance pole, her vag and anus would both be poochy, with the vag gaping huge. They wanted the guys (usually white) in the bar audience to know that she had been used by BBC and that she had high mileage. Thoughts like that seemed to govern her encounters, rather than any romance.