The date that never happened.

I drove to LV from LA & unfortunately, the guy had a snake bite. He was hospitalized & had to cancel. I got a 50% deposit, but only went to LV to entertain him. It was disappointing, but sometimes life happens.

Well, not that far.   It was in Boston actually.

 
I called a number in the papers  (This is before TER, computers, etc.) and got hand job from a gal (not a  ten, by a long shot) who spend the entire time on the phone while doing it.

 
But here's the really bad part:   She was always changing her phone number and address, so within a few weeks I unknowingly ended up making another date with her.   When she opened the door and I saw it was Little Miss Sunshine again I said I wanted to go and told her why.   She apologized and offered to make it up to me by letting me do greek with her.   So, I bit, but one second after I entered her she started to scream that I was "killing her".  (I'm about 5 inches on a good day, so give me a break.)   She then finished me off by hand and I was out of there.

 
Fortunately,  I managed to avoid her somehow after that.

 
Since using TER I've avoided all that, except for an occasional no show.

for different reasons.   1)  The first was when I was in my first year of P4P, still considered myself a newbie, only seeing indies and no agency girls yet.  I found an ad on That Mall I liked, so I booked a session.  I arrived at the address, an older 1940's-style building.    It was darkened inside and when my eyes adjusted, it looked like the inside of a storage locker.  There was junk piled to the ceiling with a narrow pathway leading back to the bedroom and bathroom.  She offered me a shower first, which I have always accepted, but when I stepped inside the shower/tub, I scratched my foot on a spot where the enamel had worn off and the metal was rusting through.  At this point I wanted to bolt, but I had given the donation already.   I was naked and showered and thought to myself, "How much worse can it get?"  

 
She led me into the bedroom, and the only furniture was an old brass bed frame and a mattress, but the mattress was not attached to the bed, it was laying on the floor inside the bed frame.  To this day, I'm not sure what purpose the bed frame served.  If it was for the esthetics, she already blew that with the junky living room and rusty bathtub.  At her instruction, I crawled onto the mattress and flopped into my back.  As I hit the mattress, a bit of dust blew upward around me from the mattress.  This made perfect sense because who would waste their time vacuuming a shit-hole like this.  She removed her clothes and this was the first time I realized the photos were deftly hiding about 40 extra pounds.  Nothing remarkable about the session, except for some coughing and wheezing every time we disturbed the dust.  As I prepared to leave, she asked me when I could come back.  I asked what day the cleaning people came, and said I would come the day after.  She was not amused.  I left without making a commitment to return., and stopped for a tetanus shot on the way home.   For the next week, every day I received raunchy photos of her pussy by text message, asking me if I miss her.     Nope.  

 
2)  This was about a year later.  By now, I had discovered Kgirls, and chose to see a cute slender young girl.  Once the preliminaries were out of the way and we were exiting the shower together, I noticed for the first time that she was wearing wire braces.  We DFK'd and nothing bad happened, so we got on with the session.  (You know where this is going, right?).  She took me in her mouth for BBBJ, used a little too much suction, and pulled some of my skin tissue into the metalworks, slashing a gash in the side of my dick.  There was a rush of blood first, so I ran back to the shower with my hand tightly around my dick so it wouldn't look like someone had gutted a dear in the middle of the bedroom.  She managed to find a bandaid and some medical tape.  I somehow remained hard though all of this.  She WAS very hot looking.  It was a good enough patch-up, but we still had 45 minutes to go.  We kissed some more, and she asked if I wanted to try.  I said, "Why not, we're both naked and we have plenty of time left."  She put on a cover over the bandage added some lube and climbed on for CG.  Except for where the bandage was wrapped, I had normal sensitivity, but before I could finish, the friction had rubbed the bandaid out of place and when we switch to mish, we saw the cover was filling with blood.  I decided to call it a day, showered again and put on another bandaid.  She was embarrassed and apologetic.  This was the only paid session out of thousands where I didn't finish, so that is why I consider it one of the worst.  

 
The booker called me out of the blue a few years later and said she was back.  I asked about braces.  NONE, so I saw her three times within a week.  It was much better without the braces.  Lol

Last December, I wanted to break my covid fast .
 I was stuck for 5 days in a hotel, so I figured that perfect.  

I.looked through Tryst.. fou d a decent selection, I thought and checked her TER reviews. All was ok. I drove tbe 30 minutes to.her apartment..the thing that hit me 1st was that she was pretty heavy, the next thing was her crappy clothes.  Her apartment stunk like petouli & weed. There was weird stuff cut from newspapers & magazines all over the walls of every room.  We went to the bedroom & she started with crstals that she put all around the bed. She said it was to keep  all of my negative energy in one place.
She was obese but I'm no.prize
. She started on on a BBBJ.. but kept talking about negative energy & ghosts. I told her to climb on CG.. nope she Saud she doesn't do tbat.  Tried doggie.. she was so fzr.. I couldn't get there.. & I kept losing my hard on for obvious reasons.. finmy.i td her to just give me a  BBBJ...I got off and she asked for extra $ for the cleansing that she had to do to get rid of my DNA..the worst experience ever.. I wrote a terrible review
..rejected by TER because her website was taken down -&  without a web site you can't do a review.. what a train wreck..

I can honestly say that I've never had a truly "bad" date.  

 
However, before that, in the dark days of being a Backpage denizen, I did have one notably bad encounter:

 
I answered an ad and all seemed well; she matched the pics, greeted me warmly. A short time later, my pants were around my knees and she was giving me a fair BJ when an awful pounding and screaming at the door began. Apparently, her baby-daddy didn't approve of her fund-raising activities and was going to beat the shit out of both of us.  

 
Needless to say, Junior deflated and all I wanted was to leave as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, she was yelling back at him to go away while maintaining a death grip on Junior.  

 
I finally managed to extricate myself from her and simply walked out past the pissed-off baby daddy.  

 
Yeah, backpage and the days before TER were really fun and exciting! lol

Met a young lady in Vegas, Aug 2014..I liked her, she was near perfect. Saw her once a month for about a year while I traveled to Vegas. She was my first night guess, always. Second nights in Vegas were a "free for all" but that's a different topic. She then left the scene  late 2015 for a few years but we kept in touch, periodically.  
Then in Dec 2019, she put herself out there and we met, for old time sake. Sadly the fire was gone and it wasn't the same...I was so looking forward to seeing again that when the time came....Well let me say, I think we were both let down.the ship had sailed... She looked the same, nothing really change with her. But the night was kinda disappointing....No Spark, No fire, nada.
This was probably more disappointing then some of my clunker dates.

After I thought I had filled the bag, I realized on dismount that the condom was torn and mostly wrapped around the base.

I was supposed to meet a lady in the lobby of a hotel because of the elevator pass thing.
We sent back and forth a bunch of text messages about what I'm wearing, and where I'm standing, and suddenly the messages stopped. After a wait, I finally met her as she came out of the elevator. She looked a bit off - slightly shaken and slightly amused. On our way up, she told me her story. She approached some stranger that she thought was me. Invited him up to her room. She thought the guy was just being shy, but it turns out he was confused by the stroke of luck he thought he might have stumbled into. When they got into the room and had some very awkward small talk (she was probably waiting for the envelope to be dropped on the table) she finally realized he was not the guy she was supposed to meet and awkwardly shooed him out the door before coming back down to find me.

Why?

I haven’t partaken in the hobby since pre-Covid.

I have had stage fright. I have seen all my ATF touring at double the rates and these new girls at $xxx that I feel aren’t GFE.  

Up until a few years ago I felt I had a read on every date. Not anymore.  

Things have changed or maybe just me.  

I see $700+  for girls who have zero reviews, “Porn Stars” with one movie on Porn Hub (so now you can say you’re a “Star”?) or just girls throwing a price out there just to see who bites and once someone does then that’s their rate.  

I refuse to get ripped off wether overcharged or self overvalued...

I remember when things were good and you could blow money. Getting disappointed wasn’t a issue but now all I do is wet my lips. Search porn. And be done with it.  

I guess you might as well blame that on Putin too.  

Covid and everything else has fucked everything up.

SP