The Time I was Inspector Cluseau instead of James Bond

I can't even call it a sexperience since I drove the hour home with blue balls...

There is a kgirl named Haven.  Haven is a LovelyAngel.  I was introduced to her by the Legendary mr.boji at Neurotic Donkey.  My first hour session with Haven was magnetic, magical, dreamy and intoxicating. I left up outta there fully drained, fully satisfied, dehydrated and wobbly kneed.  I almost got run over crossing the street to my parked car.  Haven...

Then she went on vacation...

I pined for her return on Neurotic Donkey and created the medical condition term known as 'missinghavenitis'.  No shit!  Really!!

Then she returned.  

New venue.

I'm pre-booked for 7 pm.  Get the green light to head in and cannot find the entrance.  Nope!  Epic fail!!!  I couldn't find the entrance if my life literally depended on it. Where in the actual fuck is the entrance?!?!

PO canceled my appointment at 7:10 pm.  PO was frustrated, to say the least, with me.  I drove home with blue balls that night.

Zip

Zero  

Nada

Fortunately, my monger friends on Neurotic Donkey helped me the next week and pretty easy to find the entrance with a little help from your friends.

Anyway, I was worried I was banned.  Nah.  It's cool.  But I had my heart so set on Haven that night that I just decided to drive the hour home with blue balls.

YMMV

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Basically a "funny think happened on the way to" type thread. It might have been due to an earlier comment you made, certainly due to someone else's comment sparking the thought.

I think I shared the "what is a parking space for me!!!" story in a different thread. I have a few others but will see if anyone else has a good story to share.

Can you link that thread here?  I'd like to read it...

TIA

Same thing happened to me with a non K-girl at her incall in downtown LA - the facade was a wall of glass and there were literally 4 different entrances all with the same door and keypad entry but none of the codes worked for me. I'm there, bouncing from keypad to keypad like a total newb and getting completely flustered. The booker calls and we have a 3-way patched-in conversation with the provider. The actual entrance was down a bit and I got in ok, but not after about 30 residents of this massive complex saw me fumble around.  

Had a great time with the girl - others must have also as her rates are now 2.5x what they were before.

Cue ELO's 'Sweet Talkin' Woman'...

In my circumstance, the address leads you to one street which you cannot access the building on.  The entrance is literally on the other side of the apartment complex.  So, once my monger brothers figured it out and shared with me, I had to literally go around the front and on the other side of the complex for access.  There is actually a parking lot in front which should have been the indicated spot to park;  once parked there, the access is so easy to find...even seasoned mongers fail.  It's all part of our hero's journey.

This occurred to me when it was mentioned in another thread how I rarely have a sub-par session...

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If you're asking about the "where is my parking place" post that was with one of my exchanges with rocket. A response to does the customer ever get any claw back from the agencies.

Easy to recount.

Made arrangements for a late afternoon appointments. The location's parking for guess was not the best but generally was not that hard to find a place -- I just built in an additional 5 minutes just in case when I went there.

So get there and circle around maybe 3 times. NOTHING. Not even a hint that someone was going to leave. Did not help that it was either a holiday and really bad weather on and off or something else going on that kept people home from work (long before this mess we have now). So at this point I'm already a bit late -- had already got a call and explained I was just looking for parking.  

Called the booker to let her know what was going on and for the next 15 minutes we're bouncing ideas off one another about where to get a parking place.  Even left the complex and started hunting around on the area streets. Nothing but NO PARKING signs on all the roads. Only options were to drive about  a mile away to park in one of the shopping malls and then walk back.  

At this point I'm about 20 minutes past the start and we agree it just is not happening. What are they going to do, push all the appointments back? So J tells me she will give me the first appointment the next day (Saturday) and tell the girl to take extra care of me.

I showed up at 10 the next morning and had a fantastic session, she made me stay about 20 minutes longer than scheduled, shower, before and after, lots of play and fun, above normal care and pampering during the session. Great time.  

Interestingly enough, though I am not an A list type client, for the next few months the sessions I book with that agency all seemed to be slightly better than average. Not sure if that was all part of the reward for being a accommodating for a situation that was really not something the agency could control or just a good string of providers where we both clicked with each other.

who gives first-time customers an address that turns out to be nearby a fire station.  The first time I went I remember pulling up and thinking to myself, "This girl must be smoking hot!"  Lol

used to have an incall in Irvine that had underground parking.  You were supposed to park down below in the visitor area, then text the booker and he would give you the elevator code to go up.  The problem was, there was no cellphone reception in the parking garage, so you had to walk halfway back up the ramp to street level to get a signal.  

 
There were two girls at this location that I had seen before.  One was a Viet girl and I was a once-a-week regular of hers.  The other was a girl who lived in the BA that would come down to OC for 2 or 3 months at a time, and when she was here, I would see her almost weekly as well.  (This was 8 or 9 years ago.  She went on to become Davi in the BA until she retired.  Skinny girl, crooked front teeth, big personality and energizer bunny during the session.  She would be around 40 by now.)  Anyway, I did not know they were roommates this time around.  I booked the future-Davi for an hour on Monday, then saw the Viet girl on Tuesday, who did not know I was in that apartment on Monday seeing her roommate.  I told the Monday girl I would see her again later in the week.  When I finished the Tuesday session with the Viet girl, she asked me if I could see her again on Thursday because she wasn't working on Friday, so when I left I told the booker to give me the Viet girl for  Thursday and future-Davi on Friday.  I was intent on fulfilling my promise to both girls to see them again by the end of the week.  

 
I arrive Thursday, park, walk up the ramp and text the booker.  Apparently, as would be explained to me later, the Viet girl's phone was on the kitchen counter, and future-Davi was standing next to it when it pinged.  She saw that the booker was announcing me by my first name as having arrived.  She told the Viet girl that it was a mistake and that I was there to see her, because on Monday I told her I would be back.  So while both girls are arguing with the booker about it, I'm standing on the ramp with my cell phone looking conspicuous as hell, and the clock is ticking away into my session time.   At 20 minutes past my session time, I finally get a text from the booker telling me about the confusion and asking me which girl I was there to see, because he had me down for Viet girl today and future-Davi tomorrow.  I told him he got it right. After ten more minutes of silence, I got the go-ahead.  He told me not to worry about the late start, he would move everyone after me back a half hour.  I should have just said I would reschedule, but when you are in anticipation mode for Viet pussy that you ALREADY know is one of the finest you have ever had, its tough to walk away when you know she is waiting just one floor up.  I let the wrong head make the decision.  

 
The chilly reception I got from my Viet regular was totally unexpected.  She was quiet throughout the session and not as engaged as usual.  It was clearly the worst session I had ever had with her going back a couple of years.  As I was getting dressed, she finally said, "So you saw HER on Monday and ME on Tuesday?"  I sheepishly said, "Yes."  Then she asked why I didn't just see her twice.  We all know the answer, but its not going to sit well her, so I just shrugged and softly mumbled, "I know her, too."   Then she said, "Please don't ever tell me who else you're seeing."  I wanted to say, "WTF, I didn't say anything, you found out because of the mixup,"  but all I could get out was, "OKAY."

 
The drama wasn't over.  An hour before my session on Friday with future-Davi, the booker texted me, apologizing profusely, that she didn't want the session with me because she was still upset that I chose the other girl yesterday.  A complete kick in the balls.  The next time I saw each of the girls, they were back to normal, so it did not cause a permanent rift in my relationship with either one.  

 
This experience was the basis for my N-N rule (named for the first initial of each girl's name).  Its very simple.  "Never see a girl that is a roommate of a regular."  I have stuck to that, and I have never been revisited with that kind of Kgirl drama again.   Whenever I ask a booker for an appointment with a new girl, I always ask who her roommate is.  If its one of my regulars, I pick another girl at a different location.  Sometimes my regulars will text me when they are coming off their "vacation" and I will casually ask who they are rooming with this time.   Whoever it is, they will get no business from me as along as they are rooming with my regular.  Problem solved . . . .  permanently.   Lol

Most of my kinda fails had to do with reception or my burner apps freezing because of bad data reception.  

 
I don't really think it was my fault per se, since couple of those times there were some issues with elevators and codes and shit, and instead of telling me door #, booker would wait until I'm in and had no reception. Fucking awesome. I hate codes and mazes and elevators.  

 

What do you guys know about walking around the building two times, when PO is scrambling to try to get you in, at 11pm at night, sticking out like a sore thumb with no one on the street?  

 

I know which place twoon talked about, and the first time I've been there PO literally said no idea when I asked what side of the building the entrance is, after he texted me the pic. I mean, what kind of a response is that, aren't you getting money for this?   If I hadnt arrived early and actually completely scouted the place (brand new, not on gmaps), I'd spend 10 to 15 mins just walking around it, it's a big ass building with giant lots. And probably would have been in the same situation as twoon.

I had one a while back while visiting a provider whom I started to consider a friend. She trusted me enough that we spend enough time outside to do things, most nights I visit actually, she usually asks me to take her back to her apartment and I always do.

It was the first time at this new location of hers (and new booker I might add) that I did a bit of a brain fart move.

Night time wise, this area is a parking disaster. It’s near impossible to find street parking and it was very normal that I had to drive around the block constantly to find one if I am lucky. That was probably the reason I got confused to begin with. The first time visiting, I parked in a garage that I originally believe to be the building I was supposed to be in. Guess my first realization I was in the wrong building should have been the code wasn’t working. I still, somehow, managed to make my way into the building and actually TO the apartment. It was then and only then when I checked my Map App that I realized I was in the wrong building, it was the building next to it.

Realizing my mistake, I quickly texted the booker about my mistake and he was nice about it so, I finally made my way to the right place and got in, 20 minutes late. I told her after getting in about my brain-dead mistake and she laughed since she found it funny. That wasn’t even the end of it either. I parked in that wrong building and the garage was closed when I left. Luckily there was a nice civvie that opened the gate for me to allow me to leave when he saw me sitting there like an idiot. I thanked him before leaving.

right away or going the wrong direction in a maze of a building once inside.  

My all time biggest fail was "knowing" I was familiar enough with the area where I had an appointment.  I got to what I thought was the correct street, turned right and arrived at the correct address number.  The corner was familiar and I had been to the building before, but I neglected to look at the street name.   I was so sure i was on the right street.  The code would not work to open the door.  I called the booker to explain the problem.  She was confused because there had been no issues with the code or the door.  I thought too much time had passed and decided to throw in the towel, but the booker did not want to give up on on me yet.  I had tried to bail and try again another day.  I felt very conspicuous by that time on the phone.  However, at the booker's urging, I eventually found my way into the building after someone walked out, but the format of the building was wrong and the unit numbers were single digits.  I called the booker and explained and she agreed the building did not seem like the right place.  She looked at her records and told me I had been there before.  Finally, she realized that I was on the wrong street when I didn't see certain landmarks.  And, then she let me out of the appointment since she couldn't help me any further.   About 25 or more minutes had passed.

I was so embarrassed and genuinely confused.  I apologized profusely to the booker via text.  I figured out my mistake with GPS that same night and could have kicked myself.  I had to go just one more major street up.  The next day I made an appointment with the same provider without any issue, so all was forgiven.   I had a good time and I gave extra to the provider and left a tip for the booker (a first) for my mistake.  I texted the booker about the tip but did not get a reply.  I still use that booker, so all is good.  

It's pretty much a given that these girls know you are seeing others, whether it's her stablemates or from another agency.  As long as you don't give them concrete confirmation or get caught red handed, it's an elephant in the room issue and we all just leave it at that.  I try to the best of my ability to avoid seeing girls that are roommates with my regulars.  But, at times, it's just impossible with how the living arrangements are setup, especially if they know each other or are friends.  However, I've been met with varying attitudes when they get confirmation that I'm seeing their roommate/friend.  The types that I've encountered so far are: the tried and true cold shoulder (if you see a girl in this shop, you see only me type of attitude), the nonchalant (I know you do it, come see me when you can), and the fuck me silly so you know who to come back to type.

 
But what I hate the most is when I get my hand caught in the cookie jar through no fault of my own but due to another monger.  Two incidents comes to mind.  One was where the elevator decided to take a nap at my appointed time so the booker didn't know about it ahead of time.  These things happens and, luckily, I know the layout of the building well enough that after a couple minutes in front of the elevator I head to the entrance of the stairwell.  Unbeknownst to me, the monger before me (we both presumably had appointments at the top of the hour but booker staggered it by 5 minutes to allow for unintended encounters) didn't know how to where or how to get to the stairwell.  As a result, I ended up at the apartment first and got blind sighted when my regular opens the door.  She's happy to see me but sees the awkward expression on my face.  I tell her I'm here to see X and lo and behold X who is hovering behind the curtain to her room pops her head out and points to herself.  I nod and my regular gives me the old "we'll talk about this later..." look.  Apparently both girls weren't sure who would show up first so they both were on standby but eventually decided to go by chronological order.

 
Second, and the more egregious of the two, in my opinion, came about when the situation was reversed.  I was given the go ahead first but the second monger decided to take it upon himself to let himself in without the booker's greenlight (intercom codes and rooms don't change too often, so you can really just let yourself in if you memorized them).  I get to the door and sure enough my regular opens it.  Fortunately, for me, she's the nonchalant type.  I can easily hear that the other monger is enjoying himself with the girl I was supposed to see.  She's quite understanding of the situation and we text the booker separately to let her know.  Sure enough, I get an apology and the booker's pissed at the other monger.  I exchange a kiss and hug it out with my regular and set a later date to see her.  The whole experience just soured my mood and I didn't feel it would be enjoyable for both of us at that time.  I damn well hope the other guy got his dues for that.  

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Some of the girls that refer me to someone else wig out when they know I’ve seen the girl she referred!  

Good advice.  Especially relevant if a more established, but perhaps has a bit more miles provider, is rooming with the flavor of the month.  

one of my regulars introduced me to her roommate as I was leaving to tell me they were going to start doing doubles. I booked for three days later, and during the session, I started fucking her roommate and the next thing I caught out of the corner of my eye was my regular sitting in the corner watching and pouting.  it was her idea, but she got pissed when I took her up on it, just like your situation.  Go figure.  

The weird thing is, I don't think I had ran into this issue yet. Granted I would prefer NOT to as I don't like to see providers upset over stuff like that. I try my best to repay them whenever I could.

I was visiting Cami and Heri recently and from what I can tell, the ones in there booked by J for a prolonged period know each other so they don't seem to mind nearly as much. Though I don't to openly talk about it unless they are the ones to bring them.