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Saturday, January 26, 2013
RIDING THE WAVE TO SHORE
Broaching the "Pretty Woman Syndrome" subject in the past few days has brought out a lot of stories from commenters. So today, I'll share one of my own.
It's not very often that an escort takes "that" kind of liking to me - and less often in the Korean community. But one that did was a girl named Kelly who used to work at Rainbow. Just a tiny little thing (I used to call her 95 lbs. of Asian TNT), the girl was an eyeful nonetheless. And when she decided to buy a place of her own, the phone girl suggested she call me to run her ads (back when running ads was what I did).
Now I'd photographed Kelly before and knew she was a cute girl. But I'd never been in the room with her. That privilege (or punishment) was Pinky's, the only Rainbow girl I had a little (or a lot) of fun with.
Well anyway...I showed at the new place on a warm summer day and after the meeting was over, matter-of-factly asked Kelly if I could come see her that night. To my utter surprise, she answered yes and cat-called "nice legs" as I exited toward wherever. "Whoa! What was that?" I thought to myself. Expecting to stay an hour and pay at some rate for the rendezvous, I was amazed that Kelly kept me the entire night - and pretty much any night thereafter for the duration!
I was dumbfounded. I had absolutely no idea why suddenly, I'd become Brad Pitt. The language barrier between us was immense and thus, we had very little chance of bonding intellectually... which is usually how I manage to seduce a girl on the rare occasion that I'm successful at that pursuit. All I knew was that at about 2 AM, the phone would ring with Kelly saying to come over. And if I didn't answer, she'd think I was with another girl and start asking questions. Or just as often, I'd call up to ask "Are you still my girlfriend?" wondering how and why we were together in the first place.
Whatever was going on...I didn't stress it that much. I figured I'd just ride the wave to shore and enjoy myself until I hit the beach. Sure enough, the end of the ride came as abruptly and without prior notice as the whole affair had started. I wrote some sort of very favorable guide listing which indicated I had the hots for a girl at the house (though I didn't say who or whether anybody was acting on those hots) and Kelly went nuts even though the phone girl tried to explain to her that I'd done something good for the business. And the next thing I knew, the girl was avoiding me and a few days later, the phone girl let it slip that she didn't like Kelly's new boyfriend, who was coincidentally a host bar waiter.
Clearly, Kelly had traded me in for a Korean model. Surprisingly, I was very mature about the whole thing figuring the day would come sooner than later and to just soak up all the physical pleasure I could until the girl came to her senses. It was only after she fired me and hired a low-baller to do her ads that I got ugly. As everybody pretty much knows, I'm not a happy camper when I get fired. Dumped is one thing...and fired is another!
Before I go...there is a side note that led me to write this entry today. That muse turns out to be a commenter who fell for a girl named Gina, an A-lister now retired and settled down with a wealthy sugar daddy. During my flirtation with Kelly, she gave this same Gina my number to handle her advertising. So I went over to her place..met with the boss (Gina)...and took pictures of her and a girl named Carol (I'm sure you all remember - very sweet, naturally stacked, and no longer with us). During that meeting, Gina flirted with me and offered that whatever I did with and for Kelly...she wanted to matriculate in the same program (wink...wink).
I did not take Gina up on her offer on the advice of a female friend who advised me to have one girlfriend at a time in such an insular community. Maybe a year later, I tried to seize the opportunity when I thought the time was appropriate. But when I arrived, Gina refused and put me in the room with a girl named Angie (with the big booty).
"Ya know, Gina...I came to see you," I protested in a good-natured way. But it wasn't to be. She considered me a friend and wasn't comfortable stepping outside that realm. And thus, because I did not seize the moment, I as usual lost out. What are ya gonna do?
There isn't a huge point to today's rant except that in retrospect, I got more pleasure than pain from my affair with Kelly and on balance, I'm better for the experience which neither raised me to the highest of heights - nor plunged me to the depths. I simply rode the wave to shore and got off on the ride - however long it lasted. And that would be my advice to anybody who embarks on a relationship with an escort. Don't have high expectations or sweat the whole deal in the first place. Just enjoy the ride and assume it will end at any moment.
And just for fun..here's a couple of pix I took back then of both Kelly and Gina. Kelly's the very thin and stylish girl - and Gina has the swan like body.