The Scam Thread is Tiresome...
Let it go.
Wise, eating 50 year old (plus) pussy certainly shows you have the "'Set of Balls', not sure about the 'Sharp Mind'.
Wet, human trafficing does seem to be a leap, but you did say 'I think'.
IMHO -
Personally, I don't like CL situations in general as I feel there is less control if it is a ripoff and no plausible deniability if it is a sting. I would not do one unless some other brave sole(s) here checked it out. There seems to be enough store front availabilty to satisfy the basic needs, though I do understand the craving for new situations.
Mr. Little Head got the best of Mr. Big Head
I was torn between using what I did for a subject title or "I'm done with Asians". Now after reading the last posting about the human trafficing theory, I'm thinking "Here's something to change the subject".
I tried W Med last night. I couldn't recommend, wouldn't recommed, won't go back.
My favorite was out of town yesterday, so I was hemming and hawing if I wanted to see someone else. A little after 8 pm last night I decided to call 6688. I asked who I was talkiing to and she said Linda. Heard good things about her so I made appointment. I said I can be there at 8:30.
I get there on time and called again. As she asked. To get access into the building. I called and it goes to voicemail. I called again and she answered. "I'm here for my appointment" I said. "When" was her reply. "Now, you told me to call when I got here" I replied to her reply. I hate standing outside buildings where anyone driving by can see you. Fortunately, it was a rainy night but also unfortunately it was a RAINY NIGHT!
Down the stairs comes the ugly sister of Suzanne Whong from House Hunters International. She really wasn't that ugly. She wasn't a beauty but I had been warned she wasn't a looker.
Up the stairs we go into the apartment and into the room. I'm starting to get undressed and who do I see standing in the living room? One of Linda's clients paying her. Sorry dude if I cut your time short. PM me and I'll tell you what color shirt you had one.
I'm getting undressed, jacket, shirt, shoes off and Linda comes back into my room and tells me to go into the other room because the other room is warmer. Okay, it was warmer, but Christ, I wonder if I'm in Amsterdam with that red light? I finished getting undressed and she asks me if I want 2 girls. "How much? " A franklin? Score. Yes! That's. 5 per girl. How could I say no? How bad can it be? I'll let you know.
I'm face down, Linda starts on my back. I hear the other person come into the room and she starts working on my legs. This 4 hand stuff feels okay I'm thinking to myself.
I asked for a medium massage. It was more of a surface rub. The pressure really wasn't there.
I turn around to see what the other girl looks like and she's uglier than the woman who works the register at your favorite Chinese takeout. She's got to be in her late 40's or 50's. Short and fat. Well, you do get what you pay for.
Another pet peeve of mine is when they answer the phone and Linda did twice. I think she could tell I was getting pissed and she didn't answer it again. So, the monger who was lost driving down Rt. 60, it's my fault she wouldn't stay on the phone with you. Take it from me, you didn't miss much.
Did I leave happy? Happy is a relative term. I got what they give. Was it worth it? No. I should have stayed home. I would have done a better job myself and I 'd still have 1. 6 in my pocket.
If you're thinking of going, think again. I'm not normally a person who would let unsanitary conditions bother me. But, they don't change the towels on the table between visits. They adjust them while I was there to make sure they were straight on the table but didn't even bother to flip the towel over to what could have been the clean side. I don't think they change the towel on the face cradle either but they do use a disposable cover over that towel. I've been to other places where they physically remove them from the table while they're waiting to get paid.
Figuring out the amount of time between when I got to the building, waited outside, got undressed, changed rooms, got dressed and was back on the street, I figure I was on the table 40 minutes. Give me at leat 50 minutes and I'm okay.
So, here are my pet peeves: When I make an appointment, don't make me wait, unless you're going to extend my time as well. But never make me wait outside in a visible place with no cover. Don't answer the phone. It's my time and I paid for it. Learn how to give a massage. Buy a book or get a video. They're out there. Change the fucking sheets. I don't want some disease because you're too fucking lazy or cheap. If I pay for an hour, give me an hour.
I'm done with asians. Well, except for one or two who give me what I expect.
Mr. Little Head got the best of Mr. Big Head
I was torn between using what I did for a subject title or "I'm done with Asians". Now after reading the last posting about the human trafficing theory, I'm thinking "Here's something to change the subject".
I tried W Med last night. I couldn't recommend, wouldn't recommed, won't go back.
My favorite was out of town yesterday, so I was hemming and hawing if I wanted to see someone else. A little after 8 pm last night I decided to call 6688. I asked who I was talkiing to and she said Linda. Heard good things about her so I made appointment. I said I can be there at 8:30.
I get there on time and called again. As she asked. To get access into the building. I called and it goes to voicemail. I called again and she answered. "I'm here for my appointment" I said. "When" was her reply. "Now, you told me to call when I got here" I replied to her reply. I hate standing outside buildings where anyone driving by can see you. Fortunately, it was a rainy night but also unfortunately it was a RAINY NIGHT!
Down the stairs comes the ugly sister of Suzanne Whong from House Hunters International. She really wasn't that ugly. She wasn't a beauty but I had been warned she wasn't a looker.
Up the stairs we go into the apartment and into the room. I'm starting to get undressed and who do I see standing in the living room? One of Linda's clients paying her. Sorry dude if I cut your time short. PM me and I'll tell you what color shirt you had one.
I'm getting undressed, jacket, shirt, shoes off and Linda comes back into my room and tells me to go into the other room because the other room is warmer. Okay, it was warmer, but Christ, I wonder if I'm in Amsterdam with that red light? I finished getting undressed and she asks me if I want 2 girls. "How much? " A franklin? Score. Yes! That's. 5 per girl. How could I say no? How bad can it be? I'll let you know.
I'm face down, Linda starts on my back. I hear the other person come into the room and she starts working on my legs. This 4 hand stuff feels okay I'm thinking to myself.
I asked for a medium massage. It was more of a surface rub. The pressure really wasn't there.
I turn around to see what the other girl looks like and she's uglier than the woman who works the register at your favorite Chinese takeout. She's got to be in her late 40's or 50's. Short and fat. Well, you do get what you pay for.
Another pet peeve of mine is when they answer the phone and Linda did twice. I think she could tell I was getting pissed and she didn't answer it again. So, the monger who was lost driving down Rt. 60, it's my fault she wouldn't stay on the phone with you. Take it from me, you didn't miss much.
Did I leave happy? Happy is a relative term. I got what they give. Was it worth it? No. I should have stayed home. I would have done a better job myself and I 'd still have 1. 6 in my pocket.
If you're thinking of going, think again. I'm not normally a person who would let unsanitary conditions bother me. But, they don't change the towels on the table between visits. They adjust them while I was there to make sure they were straight on the table but didn't even bother to flip the towel over to what could have been the clean side. I don't think they change the towel on the face cradle either but they do use a disposable cover over that towel. I've been to other places where they physically remove them from the table while they're waiting to get paid.
Figuring out the amount of time between when I got to the building, waited outside, got undressed, changed rooms, got dressed and was back on the street, I figure I was on the table 40 minutes. Give me at leat 50 minutes and I'm okay.
So, here are my pet peeves: When I make an appointment, don't make me wait, unless you're going to extend my time as well. But never make me wait outside in a visible place with no cover. Don't answer the phone. It's my time and I paid for it. Learn how to give a massage. Buy a book or get a video. They're out there. Change the fucking sheets. I don't want some disease because you're too fucking lazy or cheap. If I pay for an hour, give me an hour.
I'm done with asians. Well, except for one or two who give me what I expect.
You are so right about Knapp St.
I made an appointment and when I got there Alice said her new person would see me, I thought I would give it a try and see. She promised me next time I can get both of them.
NO THANK YOU! I have been a customer of Alice for years, and this new chicke was awful. Massage was terrible, the roaming was pathetic and haggling for a HJ was too much. Finally we neg. A price that was too high but I needed it. She wouldn't let me roam at all, it was a bad experience. When I left she told me not to tell Alice that she charged me that price for the HJ.
When I left Alice was sitting out front, I wanted to say something to her, but I just said I'll see YOU next time. I was so pissed, I'll return but only to Alice.
Anyone know any good ones in that area beside Alice?
Thanks