What had I forgotten -

1. Trust your intuition  
2. Check out full body pics in underwear or bikini  

So I blew a ppm (wasted) on a total dud  

Why? I wanted someone w decent boobs as a secondary backup  

Met this Latina for dinner, she was young enough like 23, and was wearing form-fitting clothing, I could see her cleavage and her legs seemed lean in that jeans she was wearing. She weirded me out a bit by the way she talked - too fast, too nervous and sort of OCD like . I should have listened to my inner voice that said “drop it”  

But after we parted, she was super eager to setup a hotel meet, ppm seemed also affordable at like 350 so I am like whatever , let’s do it why not — I had too many bonvoy hotel points burning a hole in my pocket too  

Turns out in the hotel when I see her she has bad hygiene, although she is young, her body is full of sags from cellulite, the boobs are saggy, and she has way too many rules. Somehow her clothes managed to conceal all this from me during our dinner date  

Reminded me of the one time 10y ago I got fooled by a provider who tuned out to be a catfish. but point is, this should NOT happen in sugaring where you sort of checkout the goods before taking a dive  

I was so disgusted by her, I just made an excuse for both of us to leave after a little touching. Mind you she wasn’t rude or anything, just that I kept thinking to myself - what happened to my standards ? This is someone I probably wouldn’t sleep with for free

Anyways, I am done w “going downmarket” like this . The educated techie girl with tiny boobs has impeccable hygiene, super tight body, & makes me want to have multiple rounds w her and eager to schedule dates  

I was so blinded by my hunt for boobs I failed to see the obvious warning signs , lol  

Anyways posting my fail here so others can learn from it if they want to

I concur it's rather depressing out there. Really hard to find any quality most of them are substandard or standard issue and want large PPM. It's a long hard slog to get anything decent and then once you find them they disappear after a meet or two, or have some condition that won't work overall. Sometimes you get lucky and when you do hang on to them.

True, w the dumpster fire out there, I now feel I am much better off keeping that tight white brunette happy — she gives me everything I want, is enthusiastic and isn’t asking for too much and doesn’t have any random demands or cheap habits. I will probably miss her a lot if / when she is gone.

 I do want a backup , so have a couple others I am going to take out to dinner next week as a trial / test — But here I am heavily filtering for some  “class” and social manners now as I realize I totally cannot deal w sleazy low lifes

Thanks for the share.  Every experience is an opportunity to learn - or re-learn - from each other.  

 
As I read your post, I was reminded of my first few (ok, more like 10) visits to Tijuana as a freshly minted monger in my late 20's and early 30's.  Living in Los Angeles means the border, just south of San Diego, is less than 4 hours' drive. And that meant by landlord/buddy at the time found it easy to shove me into his car, drive to the North Side parking lot, and then take me to Adelita's (or Chicago, or Hong Kong) club to drink cheap beer and ogle Mexican women.  It was a true coming of age story for me...perhaps the stuff of some future posts on what I now think of as my Mongering 101 Training grounds,  

 
But back to your story, or that is back to my memory... One of the lessons I had to learn the hard way, meaning after my 4th or 5th session with a Chica, was that older Mexican women are masters at using makeup, tight clothing, and various "shaping" undergarments to APPEAR like 103 lb. spinners. But once in the room, as they peeled of various articles of clothing, they turned into the saggy tits, baggy stomach, stretch-marked, used-up raisin-skin 40-ish multiple-baby mamacitas that shrivel your ambitions almost as fast as they deflate your flesh. You just can't turn off enough lights in that $5 rented room to make her look doable.  

 
After those lessons were learned, I knew to spend a bit more time chatting, fondling (outside and under her top), and chatting with her in the bar before deciding to negotiate "¿Cuánto cuesta?" and such important services as "¿En la boca sin condón?"

 
That brings to mind my first encounter with a ladyboy in TJ (successfully avoided, thank you), but that's a tale for another time.  

 
Life is good

 
The Cat