so i've been doing FBSM, for about four months so far now. And honestly everything has been greet. TER has been a huge help. The guys i meet are so sweet, their gentle, intelligent, kind, older and generally just the kind of men i love to spend my time with.
Well tonight, everything came crashing down.
This seemingly normal guy calls to make a date and spend an hour together. He sounds articulate, intelligent, calm and normal. I ask his age/name, everything checks out. I do a quick check on him, everything seems fine enough. He's an out of town guy, here on business... typical.
So i invite him over, he's running about ten minutes late but no biggie. I'm in no huge rush. he pulls up and just waits outside for like five minutes, i think its a little odd but i let it go. I give him a call and let him know its safe to come inside, he comes inside. Watching him walk up he looked like a typical guy, cute bomber jacket, jeans, curly brown hair, tall lanky, and a pretty handsome guy honestly.
Well, here is where everything just goes down hill. He comes inside and i immediately notice the smell of smoke (not cigarettes btw, a plant) and it seriously makes me gag. I hate the smell of smoke, i don't smoke and i don't like it a bit. I give him a hug and i have to turn away because the smell is so strong. I wanted to ask him to leave, and i should've. I just didn't know how.
So i lead him to my room, i have to ASK for the $ (very awkward to do. he gets undressed, lies down. i do the same and try to begin the massage and get it over with, quickly. And as i'm massaging him, i notice the smell of alchol. Another bright red flag that he should go, i don't drink personally, i don't mind if other people do but this guy seemed tipsy. He could barely keep his eyes open. He's rambling on about this and that.... ugh.
So our time finally ends, when i tell him he just shakes his head ok and gets up. I did start to feel bad at this point honestly. I guess my womanly/motherly instincts kicked him, because as i watch him get dressed, he looked sad. So i helped him get dress, and gather his things and i gave him a really warm hug. He told me that he was sorry about the smoking, he could tell i didn't like it. I felt bad about that really. Darn my emotions.
Well we head back downstairs so he could go, and he reaches in his pocket and hands me a tip equal to the price of the massage. He says he'll call tomorrow, i say ok.