Jinx / Jinxy. Don't Do What I Did
Alright, lads. Pour yourselves another whiskey and gather 'round; it's time for another episode of 'Don't Do What I Did'.
Our focus this evening will be this provider: [URL]https://rubmd.com/atlanta-ga/be34e968-be6c-44db-8a7e-721b4d5b9acd[/URL].
I'll also add that, I strongly prefer outcall situations where the provider comes to me and this was the first time I'd ever tried an incall arrangement, outside of a well-reviewed AMP, that is.
Anyhow, I saw the photos and thought to myself 'she looks kinda cute. In a mousy sorta way. But still, kinda cute. Moreover, driving to Duluth was much more convenient for me than going all the way across town to the more popular locations. After agreeing on a time (via text) I headed over to the address she provided. As I'm driving in, I'm trying very hard not to be judgmental because there was a time, years ago, that I lived in a not-so-glamorous apartment too. But nevertheless, my spidey-senses were on alert.
At this point, I park in the main lot and ask her for the building number. What followed was a generic building number, along with a rather convoluted set of instructions on how to get there. Specifically, she gave me walking directions to her door rather than just giving me the damn door number. Which really weirded me out because now I'm thinking. 'hmm, if I was going to try and rob someone, this would probably be a good way to go about it. '.
However, it was broad daylight, and the apartment pool was nearby with lots of people around, so, I decided to hang back and play dumb by telling her that I'm not seeing the place she described. Finally she sends me the door number and that, combined with her previous instructions, led me around behind the building to a dead-end corridor that, even in broad daylight, was crazy dark. Now, my spidey-senses are now at 110%.
Given that I had protection with me, I braved the situation and slowly, silently snuck down the corridor. Listening for anything. Like, voices. Or a muffled police radio. ANYTHING. But the silence was deafening. I finally see the door but this didn't look like a place you'd put an apartment; this looks like it should be the door to the maintenance closet or something. Still listening intently, I chose not to break the silence with a knock and sent her a text to let her know I had arrived. That plus, I wanted to keep a considerable distance from the door because god only knows what's lurking on the other side.
A couple minutes later, the door opens and there's a woman standing there in lingerie with a lace robe. And white, ankle-length gym sox. Even better is that, I still have no earthly clue if it's actually the girl in the pics because she was wearing a covid mask and these really big-ass glasses. And by 'big-ass glasses' - I mean, Myrtle Urkel-style. THOSE kinda big-ass glasses.
So, I said 'hi' and she invited me in. I thoroughly cleared the room visually before entering, but when I walked into the dimly lit apartment. The apartment was an open floor plan where the living room, dining area and kitchen all kinda blend into a single, undivided space. Again, I'm trying really, REALLY, hard not judge. But she was making it nearly unbearable at this point. So, then she says "go head and get undressed and put your clothes on the chair" - which was a stand-alone dining room chair. No table, nor part of a matching set of chairs. Just a single dining-room chair. But the lovely amenities didn't stop there, oh, nooo. There was also a beautiful l-shaped sectional couch wherein most of the seat upholstery had been removed to reveal the foam padding, and an awesome assortment of big-plastic kid's toys strewn about in nearly every corner. Best of all, she had a 60+ inch TV on the living room wall playing a looping video of a roaring fireplace and the light from the TV was illuminating the skinniest, most rickety massage table I'd ever seen or heard about. This place was a modern art masterpiece. Top-to-bottom. OMFG!
I suppose that, one of the very few positives was that I wasn't getting mugged at this point and although the masseuse was a NOT a great conversationalist, I was no longer in fear for my safety. Also, I'm thinking to myself 'this is my own damn fault, I should've backed out while I was in the parking lot. So, just get this over with'.
To no one's surprise, the massage was pathetic. IMHO, I think she was genuinely trying, but she's got a looooong way to go. On many levels. She used oil that was so thick that it nearly felt like warm axle grease and on the flip, she again seemed to be trying but it took every ounce of my concentration just to stay hard long enough to pop.
Hopefully, this episode of 'Don't Do What I Did' may benefit others in some small way. However, immediately following this god-awful experience, I went looking for an actual massage and actually found a nice surprise at Gardenia (also in Duluth), but I'll make a separate post for that as this one is already way too long.
Any spas in the east cobb area that offers pedicures along with a great HJ?
Several years ago I met a gal who was in her late 20's and very attractive who not only gave a great massage and relaxing HJ she also did hair trimming and pedicures.
What a discovery. Sadly, she went and got her degree at Ga Tech no less and quit the business. I would love to find a provider like her again. Any recommendations? A safe incall location would be fine as well.
