Did a lengthy cruise on Thursday night and was disappointed by the streets' offerings. Some cute ones that weren't interested, some not-so-cute ones that were very interested, and a few that looked at me like I threw vinegar in their face. Why don't working girls smile? I know they're not happy, but you're selling pleasure, so don't look so fucking miserable.
I found Vanessa at the 7-11 on LVB and Stewart. She looked nice and hopped in. She's about 36, redhead-in-a-bottle, and semi decent looking. She's also friendly, which is a plus, but that slowly wears off as the clock ticks away.
$40 for a BBBJ and she has some nice skills. She didn't mind me touching her until I went down the back of her pants and then she grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand away. Any negative act like that instantly turns me off, but she kept on sucking. Once she tired out and I had to take matters into my own hand I asked her what she liked and what crazy stuff guys have asked her to do, and she politely said she didn't want to talk about that. She was done with this date even if I wasn't, and even though she was nicer about it than most girls, this would still stop me from picking her up ever again. She didn't want to fuck, so I finished myself off and she just got out where we were and walked away to some nearby apartments.
