Discovery of a Moroccan beauty
So somewhere in February of this year, I was feeling quite sad and hopeless in the world of mongering. It had fallen into a pattern. Go to a bar (Moscow, Regal, Jules so on and so forth), look for a tall blond Ukrainian, talk to her or her mamasan, close the deal between 800 to 1500, negotiate for BBBJ. Take the girl to the hotel, do the deed starting with BBBJ, doggy, missionary. Once in the evening, sleep, wake the girl in the morning get morning wood treatment and forget about it.
The whole experience was predictable. There was no sense of adventure or uncertainty which we all mongers crave for. It had fallen into a pattern; I could easily predict what was the next move of the girl, me. There was no surprise element to the whole adventure.
And then Dubai's messiah of mongering ALEX7 J happened. As they say " a real connoisseur can only tell the value of the diamond ". It seemed we didn't know Dubai and its hidden gems. It has places where you can explore bliss in the beautiful women that it attracts from all over the world. Iranian, blacks, sub contis, North Africans you name it and Dubai has it. But where is the question that all of us keep on asking, didn't use to get answers and ultimately used to give up. Alex told us where and when (important) to go for particular delicacies.
So one of these days, I connected with Alex and told him about my frustration with the lack of variety in clubs and women in Dubai. He said that I need to hit New Dubai and look for exotic Moroccans in Kasbar (an Arabic theme bar in the one and only Royal Mirage). Alex was pragmatic enough to tell me that entry to the club could be a little tricky as they depending on their mood will sight prior reservation, couples, dress code, etc. , etc. As a reason not to allow a monger to get inside. He kindly gave me the number of manager of Kasbar and to speak to him in the case of any difficulties.
With a reference in my pocket and a destination (Kasbar) in my mind, I asked the taxi driver to turn towards Royal Mirage at the stroke of midnight. Now Alex had told me that the right time to hit the bar is around 130 AM when the ladies of the night (in this case Moroccans) arrive in throes. I thought I would have a drink, soak the atmosphere of the club and prime myself up for the Arabic themed night play to follow. I thought it would be a smooth ride. But all the dreams were squashed to smithereens, as the 6 and a half feet security guy at the club refused to let me in. I pulled out the manager card from Alex, but he said that the manager had left the club and he could not help me. But a dialogue had ensued as he referred to the new manager in the club. The manager came to my rescue and removed the red velvet coloured chain to allow me in, at an entry charge of 80 Dirham.
The club was a sight to behold- it's large, ornate and has all the things that you can think when sands of Arabia come into your mind. It was roughly divided into three parts. Just as soon as one turns right, it has a dimly lit bar serving drinks to singletons and when one turns his back to the bar, one can see a beautiful royal purple lit area where the tables are where I parked myself and ordered a drink.
My beautiful girl has woken up. I shall continue later.