Following on from Jaycee's topic - we don't always have good dates, we also have bad and ugly ones - or is it just me?


Here's my bad one:

I'd seen a girl in a parlour one weekend and enjoyed the experience, so decided to give her a tip (very rarely done in England, about $100 ish). She said if I wanted to see her again we could use her place and as I'd tipped her she'd do two hours for the price of one and gave me her number..

I phoned her during the week and said I'd like to take her up on her generous offer and arranged to see her on Friday.

On the day she said she had to change the venue and asked me to get to the area and phone her. She then directed me to an apartment block and asked to phone her from there. It was a shitty apartment block in a shitty area, still I went on. I phoned her again and she said 'I'll be out to meet you in one minute'. Five minutes passed (an eternity in that situation). I was feeling very uneasy and if I'd used the brain in my head rather than the one in my trousers I'd have been long gone. Finally she appeared and we went to the apartment on the ground floor. There was a sign on the door saying - Beware of the Saffordshire Bull Terrier!

Once inside, the bedroom had no door, just a curtain. She'd forgotten about the “two hours for the price of one” so there was some dispute over the money. Although by now the moment had been spoiled, I handed over the money for one hour and she went off into the lounge. I could hear a heated discussion between her and man (I assumed her boyfriend), accompanied by the dog barking.

By this time, enough was enough. Not wishing to feel the hot breath of a Bull Terrier on my arse, I tip-toed to the front door and made a run for it, and I do mean RUN!


Moral of the story, use the brain in your head from time to time.

Great story! It may be nuance, but most of the really good providers don't ask for money up front. You're right though, thinking with the small brain can lead you to one SNAFU or another, but I bet you laugh about it now and then.

I was 2 weeks into doing this...had a Guy that wanted me to come to his house in Chicago...no problem...did All the checks...set a date...I arrived to the neighborhood and looked up at the house...and I thought...I should keep on driving...but I didn't...I went up to the house...knocked at the door...and OMG...let's just say he made no effort to clean up for me...I step into the house and it is Gross and smells...I'm trying to think...how do I get out of this...he offers me a drink...and I told him water was fine...there was something floating in my cup...lol...so off to the bedroom we go...no sheets...the bedroom is so small it only fits a double bed...I'm telling myself...I can Not believe I am going to go through with this...so I tell him I need to get my purse...and he says don't worry no one is here...and I tell him the condoms are in my purse...he then tells me...No condoms I want a true GFE...I was shocked and said sorry...I can Not believe other women do it without a condom...he tells me...All Women who do a True GFE do it without a condom...at that point I told him I was in the Wrong Business...and I had to go...needless to say...I got off of Backpage...and have experienced nothing but Great Guys Every since

At the time the old sphincter was twitching a bit although yes, I do laugh about it now. All part of a hobbyist's life I guess.

...And why everyone, man or women, should never let their guard down...

When I was 19, I worked very briefly for
a UTR madam...Most of her clientelle were
high profile business guys, and she never advertised. She drove me & 2 other girls
to some ranch near the everglades.. around the campfire, one of the men's girlfriends/sugar baby?, who the madam assured was cool w/ us there btw)...Made me (my 1st drink of the night) vodka/cran, 5 minutes later, I upchuck all over the campfire, limbs go numb, and I pass out.
I woke up on a hammock, another provider carried me like a baby to a tub & helped me get washed..The madam still expected me to shake it off, and yelled at me for crying. I wasn't raped or anything, get tested after clean, and can assume I was drugged.

Remember that night???  I've gotten sheets and clean drinking glasses since then so feel free to come back over!!

Seriously,I knock on wood that while not every experience I've has was a "10" i haven't had any that compare with these stories.  The worst for me was a provider who must have sent her older (and heavier) sister to the appointment.

Sucks that happened to you I've had my experiences also on the flipside of a first time visit with a guy that was great the first and/or 2nd time and then the 2nd and/or 3rd visit i'll just shake my head and reflect lol.  That whole situation sounds really....ghetto.

Please GUYS if you feel uneasy when you walk in LEAVE for goodness sake lol.

Tayler,

I'm sorry that happened to you.  It is not unique.  A highly regarded provider from DC used to be taken advantage of with alchohol on more than one occasion.  In her case she was raped, and it left some serious emotional scars.  There's lots of scary people in this business who use providers' fear of LE to assume they won't report criminal things done to them.

In this case she eventually had a mental breakdown and is now trying to put her life together.  She had to stop working in this business because of what it was doing to her after the rape.  The worst part is one of the guilty bastards went on a different board and bragged about how he got one over on her and didn't have to pay because she was too out of it to know who he was.

Yes, please, ALWAYS keep your guard up.

after a date one night, the lady invited me over to her apartment for breakfast a couple of days later. I accepted, and when I showed up, I discovered that she had neglected to mention her husband, who was the approximate size of New Jersey. I weigh about 160 lbs.

We had a very pleasant visit, and found that we had a lot of things in common, including fucking his wife. I did, however, notice that my legs were still shaking when I left.

are You over the "true GFE" and have You gotten your dentures yet...oh...and don't forget to shower too...lol....that was Funny...and all You can do is laugh

I'm totally new to this board in terms of participating and I had to respond to this LOL. There was a guy on another board who is well-known for seeing many providers, so his many reviews counted for a lot in terms of information. In other words, he had no reason to make anything up about his experiences.


One of the funniest ( in a sad scary way) was when he wrote a review about this woman he saw in a very bad area of town. He said that when she opened the door, the first thing that came wafting out of her house was the horrible smell of cat piss and 'other things'. I don't know what he was thinking ( probably didn't want to be rude) but he went through with the appointment. When he went to the bathroom, he mentioned in his review that she had taken a dump and not even flushed the toilet ( or, who knows, it could have been one of the sixty or so cats she had in her tiny apartment). She offered him a massage, and hauled out a tub of Crisco to use as 'lotion'.


He said he wasn't able to perform and left after a half hour. He had mentioned that she only had a mattress on the floor and he kept having to push the cats away because they kept crawling all over the bed and hissing and meowing.

My worst experience was meeting a man who wore a DDD cup bra with inserts underneath his sweatshirt. We met and hugged before proceeding to his place and I wondered why he looked so top heavy. When we got to his place, I found out. He wanted me to give him a vodka enema, then look at magazines with photos of very large, very busty women, pretend I was his surgeon, and pick out the best new tits for him. I thought it was going to be GFE/PSE.

I showed up in my vinyl nurse uniform and new red heels, and left barefoot and terrified when I  noticed the needle by the bed. He explained that it was epinephrine, in case he couldn't get it up. O-M-F-G! He then said I was just so good, he didn't need it, and smiled. Weird. Standing on the bed and giving him that enema, I was more scared than I have ever been in my life. I thought I had hooked up with an axe murderer.

While he was in the bathroom, cleaning up, I hot footed it for my car. Then, I got mad and ran back in for my money. He shoved a wad at me, which I grabbed without counting. I guess he still has my shoes, and I know he has the rest of my money.

My heart did not stop pounding for three miles, and my legs were still shaking when I got home. I thought I was going to have a stroke. Can you say 'nightmare?' Give me a break, I was an ordinary housewife most of my life! What did I know about intense fetishes? He sure cured me of wearing that nurse outfit. At least I got the bills paid. He should have told me what he wanted.

Seems like a practical, self-assured man, that Mr. New Jersey dude.

by telling her a story (that you probably made up) about a provider who gets drunk, raped, has a total breakdown, has to quit the biz, and is now in some catatonic state sitting in a corner making baskets or something?

You're right, there are some scary prople around!  YOU could be the scariest!  Do you even think before you type, or does this stuff just flow out during a trance?

I really think in this case you could have been more help, by NOT helping!
No wonder people all over this board pick on you! That was just a totally moronic post, devoid of any social value, and obviously had little or no thought put in to its content!

You really need to be banished back to the newbie board until you learn how to act!

Oops. Allow me to rephrase.

Taking the opposite view of Jaycee's topic.......

You bash me for telling a woman I am sorry she was drugged?  You say I am "White Knighting" because I do so?

You follow that up by saying I should keep my mouth shut and not reinforce Tayler’s warning to other women starting in the business.

I’ll let others decide for themselves what that says about you and your values.  I know how I interpret it.

Fortunately, contrary to your hyperbolic speculation the provider I was talking about is not catatonic (I never said she was but that didn't stop you from making such a statement).  She is in therapy, has been sober for several months, and is slowly trying to put her life back together.

Or a Pit Bull.  Sweetest baby ever!


Oh, sorry about your visit in Merry Ole England!

I would have run too! Hope you left with you'r knickers in tact!  LOL!


shelby