A couple of years ago I decided to splurge and spend $400 for one of the very well-regarded providers on this site. Up until that time, I had stuck exclusively with girls in the $200-250 range.
No chemistry. Major disappointment. I wondered where all those great reviews came from. I wondered why I wasted $400. Didn't bother posting a review.
It happens. Sometimes. Just have to move on to the next beautiful face.
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Posted By: do.the.math
Chemistry is my muse - and she is a fickle mistress. So often I find her where I least expect her. And then there are times when despite all evidence to the contrary, she is not available.
There is such a thing called "gut" and after today I am going to trust it. I knew something was off when there was no communication confirming our appointment. Top 10 SD Provider, with the reviews and scores to back it up. Recommended by peeps who had seen her personally - but something was amiss.
I find parking no problem, give her a call to get buzzed in and the voice just leaves me cold. No mystery. I run upstairs, she opens the door, and I know immediately - I am not going to have that great a time. Problem is, this is no bait and switch, this is not a photoshop issue. She's got a rockin bod, she's beautiful. But my mistress Chemistry has left the building.
The session is awkward. We keep bumping into each other. It feels mechanical, scripted - and in the background there is the sucking sound of hard earned cash spinning clockwise down the drain. She seems to enjoy herself, I get to nut - but I am the one watching the clock. Is it over? Can I leave yet?
She excuses herself - I just know she's counting the cash. She strips the bed as I get dressed. A few quick pecks and I'm off to the commute - 10 minutes early but I don't care. I just want to be out of there.
How do these things happen? Do I swear off new girls in the future and stick to the ones I know? There are women out there, you know who you are, that can make my heart leap just by walking in the room. The math just doesn't add up - this should have been by all accounts a 10/10 highlight of my Hobbying career. Yet here I sit at the bar, forgoing the drive, nursing my drink and questioning how the meal turned out so wrong with such perfect ingredients. I keep adding it up in my head and it keeps coming up short.
Chemistry - I hated that word at one point in my life. Now she is so elusive. Oh sweet Chemistry, such nectar to my lips, you are a fickle mistress indeed.