Frustration, thy name is Seattle!
Goddamn! I picked up a crazy aggressive woman today about 1pm just north of 45th on the southbound side. Don't fall for her bullshit! She was brunette (ponytail) wearing a black jogging suit- she was actually pretty in a road-worn sort of a way- with big brown eyes.
She had her thumb out so I wasn't sure if she just needed a ride. She looked kind of sad, so I circled the block to pick her up. Those eyes were big for a reason- mental illness and some sort of drug effect. I let her in and she was immediately incoherent. She starts telling me I look like her daughter Natalie- I'm a big dude with a beard- and I guarantee you I did NOT look like Natalie. She asks for a ride to belltown and then immediately contradicts herself and starts hitting me up for a date- by this point, there was nothing but concern in the car- not a chance of sex. I was thinking she would settle down, but then she starts calling me "Nigga!" over and over again (I am white.) grabbing my arm, trying to pick up everything- waterbottle, kleenex box etc, and trying to turn on the radio. I think CRACK was paying her a visit. I pull over the second it's safe and I say politely but firmly: "Okay, time to get out." She resists for a minute or two- saying that there are people out there who are trying to rape her. Then that I was trying to (I think she was implying that) and she pleads until I can push her out of the car. I was watching everything very closely since she was so incredibly grabby- I just knew my car keys were going to go flying out the door with her- but I successfully disengaged. So glad the flip out happened as soon as she got in and not- for instance- when her sharp white teeth were near to things I hold dear.
After that, I just cruised up and down Aurora for like 7 fucking hours and couldn't get anyone else to ride with me- I guess they were all waitresses or something. Several hot babes- including a punk chick with a red shirt and a cool coal black bob. A little skinny for me. There was a gorgeous red head (ponytail) in black yoga pants and tight white shirt- but she was a waitress.
There was one up in shoreline that I made three or four passes on- she kept giving me the look, but wouldn't make herself available. My last past was running up the ass of another monger who had had the same idea- He pulled into this tight parking lot and I pulled in right behind him thinking he was going to go to the business- but when he started the 3 point turn- I backed out into the street and hauled ass. I hope he was able to connect she was an innocent looking chubby buxom lass with pouty lips and blue eyes so vibrant I could see them from the street! Damn! Probably just some stupid teenager who doesn't know any better than to look at old men!
Over by the IHOP I spied a lovely (7 on normal scale) young brunette- quite busty- but she kept going the wrong way and management kept showing up- I suppose telling her to wait for a Mercedes rather than my older model. After awhile, I figured she was the one who thought she was worth executive call girl prices that I once offended by low-balling her. Definitely pretty enough to make an exception to my Jackson (with another hamilton if really special) rule.
I thought I had finally made a connection with a couple of cute fat blondes in short skirts and tshirts- but- though they were professional- they worked for a STATIONARY establishment and therefore did not approach my car. Sigh.
Frustrating! I usually have no trouble finding daylight action- which I prefer- but jeez. I'm glad I didn't run into natalie's mom again or I might have given her another chance- almost.
Finally! Lisa earns some gum!
Went out again after my fruitless search (see below). Made one pass north on aurora and fell alsleep and dreamed that I immediately got the look from an attractive woman just north of that tire place on the west side of the street. She was pretty (7 on the SW scale). She was thin, but not too thin- had red hair in a kind of neck-length punky shag (I know what you're thinking) not a wig. She had twinkling blue eyes and a subtle Mona Lisa nose. The feature that caught my roving eye was her distressed / faded / holey / tight jeans which hugged her womanly bottom nicely. She was small on top, but her childbearing hips were very sexy. She finished her cigarette and casually approached my car. We exchanged the usual pleasantries- I gave my cruising name, she gave me hers- "Lisa"- and I dreamt that we did the check. I was so horny and I found her so attractive that her enthusiastic check almost made me cum in my pants!
We drove back to the road that runs behind all those car-sales places and parked. It was this weird double parking situation- I would have been effectively blocked in if one vehicle had come up behind me and it was against my better judgement to trap myself- but it turned out to be very unobtrusive and private. I rolled up the window just in case- which ended up fogging the windows like some high school makeout session- but I'm jumping ahead.
She asked how much and I showed her a picture of Jackson. She started to say: "I usually don't date for twen-" Then she just kind of trailed off- feeling the futility of trying to lie about it. Clearly she OFTEN dates for. 2. It was amusing (in a kind of sad way).
She got down to bareback business and it felt real good in my dream- with lots of closed mouth but active tongue action. She told me I couldn't cum in her mouth and got several tissues ready for the event. I usually would protest at this, but she was pleasing and pretty- so I acquiesced by saying: "Okay-I won't cum in your mouth, but don't use your hands". She showed that she agreed with the condition by taking her hand away and taking my cock deep into her mouth swirling her tongue all around my shaft. I resisted the urge to thrust up into her throat and relaxed to make it last longer while stroking her hair, shoulders and down to her round denim-gripped ass. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and said: "Okay- make me cum." And she did- very nicely- with none of the ridiculous mess of women who are cum-phobic. I didn't have to wipe off my glasses and steering wheel from a wild stroke like I have had to do before. I gave her some cum, then some gum, then we were on our way back to the main drag. I started to get her number, but I am a hunter not a farmer. I'm sure you understand.
I'm black and get laid all of the time by SW.
But to be fair. I've have run into this issue a few times, which I need to do some convincing to get the girl to change her mind. Everyone of them that has refused, but changed her mind said it's all about pimp thing. They think I'm one, until the hear my rock music and see how I dress. Which is not "ghetto" at all.
As for the Thailand quote mentioned. Dude your are high. I've been all up and down APAC (Asia-Pacific) for work, and many times to Thailand. Absolutely NO problem, same for KL, Singapore, Vietnam and PI. You are talking smack and probably have never been over there. My 2 cents.
[QUOTE=Malania; 1216130]Hey are my thoughts. It's all in the way that you carry yourself when it comes to me dating someone. If you carry your self with class and I feel that you are safe and not trying to bullshit then I will date you! I can say depending on the city that I'm in I will not date certin races because situations that I have been in with certin races in certin cities.
I can't speak for other girls. But I have noticed that most girls who are managed will not date black guys. But I can't speak for everyone. There is just as many white, mexican, asian men who treat SW poorly. It has nothing to do with race. But you also have to remember that most PIMPS are black and that is why many girls will not date blackmen. Some PIMPS are sneaky and can pretend that they are looking for a date with you and when you hop in the car with them then they kidnapp you or beat you up. It's sad to say but so true!
Hope this helps you all. I'll be back soon! Kisses Malania. [/QUOTE]
Really really bad place to park
[QUOTE=Civ2000;1223110]Heathen, Really really bad place to park, that spot has been used by SW's for twenty years now and it's rare that SPD doesn't patrol it every ten minutes or so. Even if you got your pants up in time, you'd have a lot of explaining to do being with a known hooker and all. Just going a mile or more from the stroll increases the area the cops have to look by about 800.[/QUOTE]Civ is right, you never know who you are going to encounter at her location. Check out the archives for a few of my previous posts about how that works out for you. Pick your own spot. Research it by parking and reading a book during the hours you think you'll use it to make sure you know your surroundings. When you take a date there afterwards tell her 5 reasons why this is a bad place to park unless you know exactly what you know so she won't make it one of her regular spots and ruin it eventually.
Cheers, HS