We will have a couple chuckles at your expense but in good fun. Thanks for putting the story out there. And welcome aboard!. Read though the forum for a couple of hours. Search Paris too and see her reviews and then you can know what to expect. BTW. We have a lllll had our moments of one sort or another!
[QUOTE=TooEagley;2293339]Had a dream I Went and "Saw" Paris today. And I mean Saw as the loosest definition you can think of. It was my first time dreaming about anything like this so here's a little story:
Spoiler Alert: I'm a fucking idiot and terrible at life (even in my dreams).
Anyways, after some friendly texts I finally found the place out in Beuchel. I THINK this is the Beuchel place you guys are always mentioning. Could be a different one. Anyways I walk in what looks like a storage building and am led by my appointee to a back room. She was looking fine as hell and the rocking back and forth of her ass would wind up being the only thing I would get out of the whole thing. I got back into a concrete room with a massage table in the middle and the lights off. She boosted some asian music and took a "donation" and then told me to get comfortable. I had no idea what that meant so I awkwardly took my coat off and stood around for 5 minutes. When she left the room she closed both doors she had led me through and all the sudden I felt like it was a set up. I am in what could easily be described as a prison cell already, albeit a roomy prison cell with nice music and good smells.
Anyways, I had no idea what to do! I wasn't going to get naked. It was kinda chilly. And I am not really comfortable like that anyways. I was thinking maybe just taking my shirt off and sitting down on the bench by the massage table. I didn't do that. I just stood there wondering if I was about to get arrested and taken out into the freezing cold with my shirt off. I decide that without some amazing coaxing I probably couldn't relax so I put my coat back on and walked back out to the front room. I meekly tried to explain that I had gotten myself into a strange situation and that I thought this was going to be a massage parlor, but they just giggled at me and knew I was an idiot, mark, and a pussy.
I was left with the parting words, "Come back with some guts, dude" which I totally deserved. I have never been in a situation that made me feel that way since I was a teenager making my first illegal transaction over $1000.
Paris is definitely real and she is as advertised. She is cute as heck and I only saw her in her regular clothes. Yoga Pants and jordans was enough to sell me on her. Of course I knew at that point I wasn't getting any refunds and I didn't even ask. I even offered a donation up front because I didn't know exactly when and how you "tip".
All in all pretty terrible of me and I'll have to think long and hard about if I could ever go through with it. I probably could if I could somehow arrange beforehand that it is my first time and maybe spend the first thirty minutes easing in to the situation. I don't know.
Anyways, go ahead and make fun of me and tell me how much of a pussy I am. With girls in real life I have absolutely no issues. I am not at all scared around women, I am just done with girlfriends after all the extra stuff that comes with it. As the saying goes "you're not tipping for the activity, you're tipping for them to leave afterwards". I just think all the reading I did beforehand mixed with the location and other stuff had me too deep into the paranoia side of the dream.
Hopefully this isn't Too Much Info, it was only a dream after all! I will edit / delete if it is.[/QUOTE]
