So the other day I schedule with one of the girls I like. She's in a complex I've never been to before. It's a late night appointment. Everything is fine. Until...
About four hours before, PO lets me know that the gate is broken and tells me to come earlier so I can follow someone into the garage. Props to the PO for letting me know right away and not last minute.
Now, I normally hate doing these makeshift entrances, ie hopping fences, waiting for some to use entrance so I can walk behind them.
If the po tells me this when I arrive, I typically say no thanks. As someone who is dressed "urbanly" looks young tall has facial hair and a hat that covers most of my face, I am very wary about any actions that could be considered as trespassing by the complex security. And late night I stick out like a sore thumb.
But what the hell, mistake number one by me - thinking with my dick. I think, hey I like this girl a lot and I do have some extra prep time before so ok, fine. How hard can it be. I scope out the location on Google maps, looks manageable
Well. I arrive and it's kinda of a shit show. The garage is right on the corner and just off the street. I can't really double park there on that side and wait for someone. So I flip a bitch, and stand about a third of a block off with hazards on, ready to make a dedicated left into the garage whenever someone comes by. This is late night so not a lot of cars are coming in.
Time passes by and I'm getting a bit worried because of lack of cars. Suddenly one comes in quickly, going fast and pulls into the garage.
I immediately jet and get into the left lane and try to get behind the car.Anyone who watched the street I think it was obvious what I was doing.
The car is very quick through the gate and yet I think it sees me pulling up fast behind it and it stalls almost deliberately. As a result when I get to the gate I see the gate closing rapidly.
Have to make a split second decision. I see the "one car at a time, we are not responsible for the damages" sign, see the rapidly closing hole and say fuck it. I guess I was determined to penetrate that night.
I floor the gas pedal and with engine roaring, barely... by the tiniest hair... I avoid a hit from the gate and make it through.
Holy hell batman. What an experience. As I park, look at the shitty cell signal and take a puff from my vape pen to calm my nerves I think to myself. Never again. Never fucking again. I go see escorts to have fun and calm my nerves, not the other way around.
Have others experienced makeshift entrances late night? How nerve wrecking were they?