Neon- It looks like you got a lot of flak for bad attitude. But I actually loved it. That sort of spicy attitude is really hard to find. But it's precious. I have no idea if you are edgy with clients, but if you are, I wish I were a client.
You know what's a turn-off for me? Girls that might as well just be blow up sex dolls, for all the (lack of) life in them. I don't care how pretty you are. I am paying for an experience. I am paying for new memories. Please give me a memory. Something new. It's OK to laugh when I trip over the rug trying to get my socks off. If you don't laugh, it's like you're not there. I am paying you to be there. It's OK to tell me that my ballsack looks funny. Because maybe it does. And you know what? It doesn't matter whether it does or not, because it's about *me*. You think if you don't mention it that I really won't know that my dick is too floppy? If I have to shove it in there with my fingers like spaghetti through a keyhole, I know you know. Say something! Do something! Remember I'm paying you to *be* there. For the love of God would it kill you to maybe make a surprise margarita for me? You can tell me if my jokes are stupid. I know they're stupid. That's what makes it fun. Yes, I'm paying for a fantasy. But it's got to be *interactive*. I am paying $5 per minute because I want to spend time with a real human being. Be REAL. Be crazy. I like crazy. (But don't be crazy after the session is over. I recently met a girl who was loads of fun. I thought she was truly awesome and planned to spend a lot more time with her ...until she started calling while I was at work and texting me at five in the morning. Now her number is blocked)I guess pulled by admin because people were not being polite. I like the new-ish policy of making rudeness disappear. This board sometime used to get kind of cruel.
...Except I really did like those posts by NeonTrees, even if people were giving her a hard time over it
Talk about a wake-up call. I keep talking about retiring, but she had me gone for real for a few hours there. She might have deflated more balls in one hour than Tom Brady has in 10 years.
Her posts were enlightening, though. I'll have them on my mind for a while.
(I'm not discounting the possibility that she's the author of the CL post. Just thought I'd throw it out there.)
Still entertaining either way.
That's really interesting. And you, Tobi, have a serious competitor. 
... NeonGreen?
who in the hell reads posts from over 7 years ago? denver?
are you planning to move to denver, tobi?
I hope you do, Ohio's IQ would improve. can't say the same thing for Colorado, though.
That CL post has been widely circulated for a long time, even here on the GD board. The linguistic style is pretty unique, so Googling "Craigslist escort rant" wasn't exactly rocket science.
I've never used an alias on this board before, so why would I start now? And why would I accuse myself of plagiarism?
Seriously, man, you give me more attention than anyone else on TER. It's so weird.
who in the hell reads posts from over 7 years ago? denver?
are you planning to move to denver, tobi?
I hope you do, Ohio's IQ would improve. can't say the same thing for Colorado, though.
I knew it looked familiar! Looks like Neon changed it around a little for her post here, even if she is the original author, when you re-read it. I'm sorry gents, it was funny to me. It looks like some of you took it too personally and roped yourselves in for a butt-chewing because her replies do not appear to be plagiarized. Wow. Just wow...I think we've all had bad days and had a client fit into one of these "rant categories", though it doesn't apply to the majority.
Still entertaining either way.
And sure, it's possible that she wrote that post from more than 7 years ago - and I still might be able to have that NBA career that I dreamed about as a kid - anything is possible.
You know what's a turn-off for me? Girls that might as well just be blow up sex dolls, for all the (lack of) life in them. I don't care how pretty you are. I am paying for an experience. I am paying for new memories. Please give me a memory. Something new.
It's OK to laugh when I trip over the rug trying to get my socks off. If you don't laugh, it's like you're not there. I am paying you to be there.
It's OK to tell me that my ballsack looks funny. Because maybe it does. And you know what? It doesn't matter whether it does or not, because it's about *me*.
You think if you don't mention it that I really won't know that my dick is too floppy? If I have to shove it in there with my fingers like spaghetti through a keyhole, I know you know. Say something! Do something! Remember I'm paying you to *be* there.
For the love of God would it kill you to maybe make a surprise margarita for me?
You can tell me if my jokes are stupid. I know they're stupid. That's what makes it fun.
Yes, I'm paying for a fantasy. But it's got to be *interactive*. I am paying $5 per minute because I want to spend time with a real human being. Be REAL. Be crazy. I like crazy.
(But don't be crazy after the session is over. I recently met a girl who was loads of fun. I thought she was truly awesome and planned to spend a lot more time with her ...until she started calling while I was at work and texting me at five in the morning. Now her number is blocked).
Whiney ones? - not so much.
Not my cup of tea.
Don't care for the belly-aching from either side.
For the most part, I don't give a crap what questions a lady may ask (but would try to politely deflect if there was one that I didn't want to answer), and I like ladies who are equally laid back and easy going.
Pretty simple criteria for me.
But I'd see her in a heartbeat. I kind of love that kind of tude.
It's sexy.
Why Admin sent it to Siberia I don't know why, but I do thank them for linking to it.
I don't keep usernames long (too many clues for RL trackers...), so maybe you won't know me. And I'm not around here much lately (this weekend being an exception). But it's weirdly nice to see your name. I always liked you.
Keep it up! -- you know what I mean
I'm usually around here nursing a beer at a table in the back, wait to see who will fall off their bar stool.