Dubai Reports

As I'm off to Saudi for a few days tomorrow I decided to have myself a nice evening last night so off I went to Rattler around 1030. As it was Thursday some very nice wg's in attendance including a few previous experience so a nice evening was had. I settled on one very nice PRC, Cleopatra lookalike hairstyle, I think she has been mentioned in here before. After a bit of negotiation we agreed on 700 for an all nighter to 11am and I'd cook her breakfast inthe morning as part of the deal. So far so good. Despite speaking very good English and being chatty in the bar she clamed up a bit in the car on the way home not really entering into any dialogue. The old spiddy sense started tingling a bit (unashamedly knicked from 11B's report) but she was cute and I was looking forward to some actipon, she promise GFE and bbbj.

Back in my place she started making noises about wanting to watch movies etc and not really showing too many signs of being up to the task but I did manage to get her into the shower for scrub up before the action. She jumped out first but instead of hoping into bed as we know all good girls should she wrapped herself up in a mighty towel and sat her arse in front of the TV. When I got out and sat beside her that's when it started to seriously go wrong. As I moved in to get a bit more intimate out came the "first you give me money".....ok, fair enough I have no problems with this.

Me: Ok, here's 700
Cleo: No, you give me 800 or no fuck
Me (still trying to be nice but getting pissed off rapidly): No, we agreed 700, if you give me a very good time I'll give you another 200 bonus tomorrow morning
Cleo: No, you mean and bad man, you give me 800 now
Me (last ditch effort to be nice): No, I'll give you 700 now and another 200 if you give me a good time
Cleo: No etc etc

To cut a long story short she was a bit surprised to find herself dumped at a taxi rank about 20 minutes later with nadda. Now I don't think I was being unreasonable, we agreed a deal and she decided to move the goalposts. She was cute so tried to accomodate her but by the time we go down the route the vibe is very much worng and no matter how cute she is I simply don't want her in my bed. What is it with PRC in Rattler these days? I have had some excellent experience with them but two or three nasty ones creeping in. Is this just bad luck or is this the influence of the ex Cyclone mob?

On the other hand, I've had very good experience with any Africans I've taken home from Rattler so may be sticking to them from now on unless its PRC I know.

The night didn't end up too bad though, I went to an MP near Spinney's on Al Wasl and had the most amazing girl. Massage to blow your mind, BBBJ with CIM. This was then followed by a nice long unhurried sesh in every position with the girl getting seriously into it. After we finished she sat on the bed and chatted to me for a while and started playing with old faithful with some baby oil to produce the third geyser of the night. In the end I paid the house 100 and happily parted with 300 for the girl for what was probably my best experience in Dubai. So for half the price of Miss Upherownarse Cleo I ended up with a spectacular experience and didn't even have to cock her breakfast this morning. Bonus.

Last night in DBX tonight so may try my luck at Seaview or York (where I find the PRC\African experience the other way around from Rattler).

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[b]Rattlesnake, Thursday, 10:00 - 1:30[/b]
Maybe I've become an old codger, or, like the subject of Springsteen's "Glory Days", all I can remember are the 'Glory Days'.

Hit 'Snake, just about 10pm. Walking up the patio, 3 PRC's in front of me, one a spinner in a long evening dress. I thought I should just save us both time, trouble, and money, and pull her before we even walk in. I don't, pay my 50 dhs, no drink, and walk in, she behind me. Ah, hindsight.

Inside, initially not crowded. Number of familiar faces, some I've know for YEARS. As reported, number of Cyclone refugees; 1/2 dozen blonde, tanned.... [b]PRC's[/b]... Some CIS around, but as the place filled up, difficult to see. Somewhere between the PRC numbers and the CIS numbers were the Africans. Very little outright grabbing; the little there was from the usual culprits.

Real cutie, a-lister, standing in front of me, face cut from same mold as one of the (ex) Cyclone all-stars. Exchanged smiles, but beautiful enough she could let the clients come to her. Cut to 2 hours later. I start chatting with her... she says this is her last night of work, going home next week, not sticking around for Ramadan. Ask price; as expected, 1000. "No thank you." She asks how much; I'll give her 600, still low ball for her. She walks away, comes back: 700 OK.

For whatever reason, I decline. [u]For her, it was a fair price, especially on a Thursday night[/u]. The 1st part of her "I'm young, you should pay more..." certainly true, but perhaps I was done in by déjà vu. Triggered memories of 2 other girls, same line: 1 marginal at best, the other a [b]complete[/b] disaster. I just wasn't convinced it would be value for money. She gave me one of those "you must be stupid looks", and perhaps she was right. I immediately dropped off her radar. Shortly thereafter, she did hook up with someone, so he must have made the price cut. Pass on the outside pitch [ [b]MY[/b] strike zone ]; called strike 1.

On my arrival, 2 30ish girls had stopped by, both tall. One cute; I had mentally bookmarked as a likely candidate for later. Now go chase them down, finally find them (I hate the 'Snake's floorplan). The less attractive/more english (why is this always so) wants me to take 2. I decline. I ask for a price quote from the better looking 1... 700. Now I laugh for sure; I just turned down 700 from a stunner. She asks how much I'll pay, I just shrug, and her less attractive friend drags her away. Swing and a miss, strike 2.

Go outside to get a falafel and some fresh air (my eyes had started to water, temporarily blinding me). See Miss Long Dress next table. We laugh and smile at each other, both understanding we've been there all night, both unsuccessfully. She goes in, I follow - can't find her. I make 2 circuits; she's gone, swallowed like the missing sock in the clothes dryer. Strike 3, caught looking. I'm out of there.

Wait, the catcher has dropped the ball. Walking out, stand on the porch, a PRC just wants to sit at the tables, but not being allowed in. No money for the entrance fee. Not bad, especially at 1:30. As she goes back to the garden path, I walk by, smile. We chat, cut to the chase. I ask for a price quote. She asks how much I'll give. Guess I should have answered. I don't, just ask her again. "800". WTF? GITEX starts NEXT month. This is definitely the WRONG direction. To rub salt in the wound, I see Miss Stunner walk by with her 'catch of the night'.

I head back to the dugout, alone, my only solace is there's another game tomorrow night.

[QUOTE=Zing Uk]I got caught in a lift with a sizeable group of soap dodgers (no, not Glaswegians, they may smell but at least my hubcaps were left intact).[/quote]LOL.

[QUOTE=Zing Uk]She occupied my 6 yard box for way too long keeping out a couple of promising PRC.[/quote]THAT IS the problem when they won't take a polite "no thank you", but want to stick around to convince/browbeat/harass you into taking them. Does that EVER work?

[QUOTE=Zing Uk]Basically, they mis-sold themselves as a bi-double act but when we got home although they put on a decent performance it was very much hetro. huge scene ensued ... There was serious amount of shouting and screaming, trust me, two mentalist PRC's can make an incredible noise.[/quote]Whenever I get that line, the "danger will robinson" alarm starts to shriek. I mark them way down as bs'ers. Hell, I'm happy with parallel processing, not sequential on the rare occasion I do take 2.

I've put up with some [i]outstanding[/i] scenes myself. During, I'm debating the "form over function" question: is it just easier to pay the full amount, be done with it, and never see them again? Or stick to [i]principles[/i], and make the pay cut? The episode that comes to mind is the one, 4am, I'm in a car outside her apt in one of those narrow Diera streets, arguing over 50 dhs. First to admit, I had TOTALLY lost perspective. These days, function would win out.

After doing some work in the office last night, I popped into nearby Finnegans around midnight to catch up with a pal for a game of pool. From what I heard there, last night was one of the quietest nights in the clubs for years. Manager said it's because payday is tomorrow, and many of the guys have run out of money for the month. Finnegans even closed early as a result (1:00am).

My pal tried to drag me to Rattler on the way home, but I resisted, as I have plans for a big night tonight, and wanted to recharge the mojo after Miss Dark Chocolate's work-over. Pal called me from Rattler at 1:15am saying I made the right decision - the place was half-dead, and no CIS (his specialty) to be seen. So, it was payday today - it may be a busy Friday night in the clubs.

And I will send you her picture, to check. Her name is Tintin, but asks to be called Scarlett (from gone with the wind). The breakfast thing may be my fault. I must have spoiled her


[QUOTE=Zing Uk]As I'm off to Saudi for a few days tomorrow I decided to have myself a nice evening last night so off I went to Rattler around 1030. As it was Thursday some very nice wg's in attendance including a few previous experience so a nice evening was had. I settled on one very nice PRC, Cleopatra lookalike hairstyle, I think she has been mentioned in here before. After a bit of negotiation we agreed on 700 for an all nighter to 11am and I'd cook her breakfast inthe morning as part of the deal. So far so good. Despite speaking very good English and being chatty in the bar she clamed up a bit in the car on the way home not really entering into any dialogue. The old spiddy sense started tingling a bit (unashamedly knicked from 11B's report) but she was cute and I was looking forward to some actipon, she promise GFE and bbbj.
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[QUOTE=Cons68]And I will send you her picture, to check. Her name is Tintin, but asks to be called Scarlett (from gone with the wind). The breakfast thing may be my fault. I must have spoiled her[/QUOTE]Yes, that's the one. I didn't mind the fried eggs or ornage juice :-) it was moving the goal posts I objected to. Cute girl though.

After Thursday night's no-hitter, out and about Friday. It's [b]MY[/b] impression that the [i]stock[/i] numbers in the bars are down, neither the quality nor quantity of the past. So, I was going to break my rule of 1 bar/1 night and become more Piper-esque: Imperial, 9:30-11:00 (given I hadn't been there in a LONG time); York, 11:00-12:00; Seaview, 12:00-1:00 (band's 2nd set); and, if all else failed, 'Snake, 1:00-2:00. 4 looking for 1.

[b]Imperial, Friday, 9:30[/b]
Walked in the door; at that hour, no line. Stopped at the desk; "50 dhs please". "No thank you; I'll go to York", turned around and started walking out. "Wait, Sir". I'm reasonable; I turned back. "Sir, it's Friday night, 50 dhs - 2 drinks, 25 dhs - 1 drink." Now, in fact, this is not a bad deal. I'd easily drink that anyway, plus pay more with tips on just 2 drinks. But it's the PRINCIPLE; I DON'T want to set a precedent.

Plus, like the wg who wants the money up front because she knows she's not going to deliver THE service, I'm now a bit skeptical of what's inside. After all, this is the Imperial, not exactly known for its high class. "No thanks, York it is."

[b]York, Friday, 9:45-11:00[/b]
Thank you, Imperial Suites; arrived in time for happy hour (no entrance fee, just a handshake and "welcome"). Inside, PRC's and Africans in equal numbers, CIS few and far between. Some familiar faces, but didn't see Miss Possible from last week.

Target #1 did appear; PRC I'd seen my last visit. Something about her just said "new". Maybe it was the way she was being led around by the hand of a [i]lesser[/i] older girl (ah, mentoring). But she was Stylish, very elegant looks. They stop, Miss Senior asks if I want her, Miss Senior, for the evening. I decline. She then strangely asks if I speak Chinese. Ah, that's a common mistake (not); I say I don't. They move on. I just figure Miss Elegant speaks no english.

Number of others approach for a landing, but at least the PRC's pay attention to the landing officer. When I give the non-verbal waveoff, they don't even try for a touch and go; they abort the approach. Africans not as astute (I figure since the chinese are used to living in CLOSE quarters with a LOT of people, they are very adapt at picking up body language). But I do manange to fend off the African hordes, leaving the gate open for any potentials.

Trouble is, there aren't any. For me to pull, I have to find her [i]interesting[/i] in some way, and now, all I see are "cookie-cutters". 1 "a-lister" in attendence, and that's a)[u]relative[/u] to York, b)rounding up. Crowd is sparse as well. Even though Friday might have been payday, do they pay on a Friday? Certainly, customers down. Even when I left at 11:00, there was no sign of the migration herd performing it's circular trek.

Miss Elegant and friend are now back. I give her a wink; SHE steps in close. "Where you from?" Damn, she does speak english, or at least the wg litany. She can give me good chinese massage[b]E[/b]. "Do you want me?" I step into the batter's box, dig in my spikes, ready to swing. She's [i]interesting[/i] enough I won't even ask about menu. But I will price. "How much?" "You want all-night?" "Yes." "Oh, all night [b]VERY[/b] expensive. Don't be angry." What-the-hey? Why would I get angry? "How much". Fast ball, high inside: "1 hour, 500", said in a tone of 'this is the best deal, special for you'; "all night, 800", said in a tone, well if you INSIST, I'll try...

I'm looking around for Mr. Peabody, because I've suddenly flashed back to Cyclone, circa 2002. Those standard prices for the a-listers. My head clears, I'm back at York; Mr. Peabody isn't here, my name's not Sherman. It might be 5 years later, but York is NOT Cyclone, and she is not an a-lister. She could certainly work at Cyclone, in the chorus; WAY less than the 700 stunner I turned down on a THURSDAY. I politely decline the offer; she certainly has a future as a used car salesman. She turns away, talks to her friend, then turns back. "How much you pay?" I cut to the chase, "500". She bids me a "Have a nice evening" as they walk away; she obviously speaks more english than I thought. I see her soliciting some other potentials later; clear that she's interested in the pump-n-dumps at this hour. No doubt my "500" would have merit at 2:30, but I'm certainly not going to wait around.

One other familiar face comes over. I know I know her, but do I [u]know[/u] her? She seals her fate by asking if I'm still living in the same nice house as before. So I do [u]know[/u] her, but, these days, if I can't remember, then no repeat business.

11:00pm, things don't look like they are going to get any better. Sparse for both teams; no depth. I would not have been happy if I'd had to pay to enter. I leave, trudge back to my car, wondering where have "they" gone. (I do check the rearview mirror; no, "sucker" is not stamped on my forehead, at least in visible light).

[b]Seaview, Friday, 11:00-11:30[/b]
As I'm in the neighborhood... Arriving at that hour, you have the fun of parking in the back, making sure you dodge the sandtrap. Enter, no charge, as expected, but I'm wondering if the Philipino older doorman could be any more sour? Inside, crowded with guys, a few familiar wg faces around. I'm thinking this will be a short stay. Band is on their break, a few girls dancing. Usual PRC's, -stanis. Philipinas slowly trickling in, but not the skittish herds of even weeks past.

The girl I do see is Miss Bi-Polar from last Thursday. Hmmm. To her credit, she does come over and apologize, but doesn't win any points by adding, "enjoy your drink" and walking away. Seems like the 700 barrier is firmly in place. I'm thinking 'Snake it is.

Just then, a -stani who was top of the to-do list, until I pulled her ST awhile back, flits passed. Quite frankly, I'm surprised to see her here unattached, given the day, the hour, and the M/F ratio. She cuts right to the chase; "You want me tonight?" I confirm price, then we stumble a bit on TOD: I ask, she says 8:00am. Sorry, too early for me. We agree on 9:30; it's actually 11:30am by the time we're out the door.

Overall, [b]MY[/b] impressions: like I said, the quantity and quality of the girls down. Maybe it's the summer doldrums, pre-ramadan [i]jitters[/i] (Miss -stani saying she's been told to take the next 2 nights off, rumors of increased LE [i]attention[/i]), girls on holiday, restrictive entrance policies. Whatever, what I don't see are the stunners, the influx of new faces... As the cliche goes, only time will tell.

[QUOTE=Zing Uk]....So for half the price of Miss Upherownarse Cleo I ended up with a spectacular experience and didn't even have to [b][i]cock[/b][/i] her breakfast this morning. Bonus.[/QUOTE]

Sorry, couldn't help myself..... Freudian slip?

[quote=Zing Uk]... I went to Rattler around 1030. As it was Thursday...[/quote][quote=11Bravo] Rattlesnake, Thursday, 10:00 - 1:30[/quote]Damn, we gotta get t-shirts... I'm the guy not wearing sandals :)

[quote=Zing Uk]After a bit of negotiation we agreed on 700 for an all nighter to 11am[/quote]Has '700' become the new '500'?

[quote=Zing Uk]As I moved in to get a bit more intimate out came the "first you give me money".....ok, fair enough I have no problems with this.[/quote]You know, I would, IF you are known, have been seen around. The CIA, or any intel network for that matter, player reps are quickly known. Last time I got burnt on a pay before deal was with a girl I pulled from the 'Snake, and we had seen each other around a number of times. My fault COMPLETELY; when she asked for the money up front, I should have taken her back to the bar RIGHT THEN.

[quote=Zing Uk]To cut a long story short she was a bit surprised to find herself dumped at a taxi rank about 20 minutes later with nadda. Now I don't think I was being unreasonable, we agreed a deal and she decided to move the goalposts. ... Is this just bad luck or is this the influence of the ex Cyclone mob?[/quote]I will STRONGLY disagree: you were VERY unreasonable: 700 [b]PLUS[/b] 200 for a "good" time?!? That's extortion (on her part). But you redeemed yourself by the "there's the taxi" position. (And, having lived in the big sandbox myself, do understand how an upcoming trip there can distort your common sense :) ).

The one time a girl "got quiet" in the car, I just straight out asked her if she was unhappy, wanted to go back to the bar. Turns out, she didn't, but I WAS all ready to turn the car around.

If punters put up with it, the word does get around... Likewise, if they don't, that word also gets passed. The girls know what's going on, and the games SOME play (I once had to explain a 'bad rep' from 1 Cyclone girl to another; when I did, she understood). Long time ago, here, I was accused of being a "lawyer" for hammering out 'contracts', but, for me, an agreement is an agreement. I stick to my part. Even with starfish performances, just no repeat business in that case. I don't change the agreement; I expect her to do the same. Cute or not, like you, they're not threats, just statements of fact.

I'd say bad luck. Certainly the influx of Cyclonettes has pushed up at least asking prices, but as a truly negative influence? My LIMITED experience with a-listers is they do deliver, it's just 'business'. You'll always have some game players, but for the most, I find the PRC's do deliver (though I did pass on Thursday's stunner just because I wasn't quite convinced of her [i]sincerity[/i]).

after playing pool in york with some pals, work pal and i headed to regal around 10:30pm in search of cis beauties, and there were quite a few to be seen. spoke to a stunning blonde wearing a black tight dress that she would be arrested for if she wore it outside. it was more of a series of criss-cross tight black straps than a dress, leaving little to the imagination. unfortunately i kept winning at the pool table, so by the time i was ready to talk tooshy with her, she was gone.

not to worry, more fish in the regal sea of cis lust. a little later, i spoke to a delicious young uzbeki with long black silky hair, a body to die for and a sultry face that alone could bring a thousand orgasms. 20 y.o., only in dubai 10 days, and little english. my russian/american friend helped with the translations, and eventually she dropped from 1,500 to 800lt including taxi. not a bad deal, considering it was only around midnight.

i couldn't take her to my place, so my pal and i were going to take two girls back to his place. he still had to find a girl, and took so long about it that my young stunner found a better-paying (and better-looking :() customer in the meantime. damn.

my pal, who has a habit of frequently going on the hunt but rarely going for the kill (ie, rarely taking a girl) was still indecisive an hour later, so i cut my losses and went back to york. lo and behold, miss trouble was there. she was cranky that i hadn't returned her 2-3 daily calls in the past week, but she used her charms on me, and i agreed to stay the night at her place.

she lives with a friend in a large studio divided into two bedrooms by a curtain. while i was bonking her in her room, a guy was bonking her friend at the other end of the studio. i had a good session, but afterwards she was interrogating me about taking other girls in the past week, telling me she loves me, that i'm different, i have a 'white heart' etc. she was almost in tears. acting or not, i don't know. i made it clear that i wouldn't be able to see her much anymore as wife was coming home.

was going to stay the night, but by 5:00am i couldn't sleep as the other guy was snoring loudly. took a taxi, and the driver somehow managed to speed me home from deira in less than 15 minutes. miss trouble called me as i walked in my front door asking if i found a taxi. when i told her i'd just arrived home, she again started with her questions, saying that i couldn't have made it home so fast, and that i must have gone to another girl's place. she called me again 20 minutes later to 'check' on me, and asked to see me again tonight. i told her with a laugh i'm an old man and don't take girls every night. she almost begged, saying she wanted to see me, even if it's just to go out to a 'normal' club for a nice night out.

...not that I would wish you and misfortune or problem at all, but I do believe many here had more or less similar problems (or will have in the future) and it gives at least some relive even you, Master of DXB, one of the most senior and experienced members, is not exempted from such kind of experiences (pal needs to long, girl is gone, one can not really get rid of girl, etc.).

For the records it is not my intention to make jokes on you or loughing about your experiences, but while having made prcisely the same encounters (certainly with different girls) it is good to hear such things a natural and normal.

Greetings to P1, to all of you and have fun,
Tom

Saturday morning, drop off Miss -stani, head over to City Center for lunch. Takes me forever to get out of downtown Bur Dubai; what must Diera be like? Figure I'll take Garhoud, and break my Salik virginity. FMTT! I had read the reports of the misleading/limited signs. I had seen, and thought I understood, the ads in the Gulf News: airport to the right, Sharjah to the left. Sure enough, except what is NOT clear (at least to me), City Center is ALSO to the right. Found myself on the WRONG side of the barrier. Once I'm in Sharjah, I eventually find a place to loop back, and finally get to City Center. RTA - a pox on thee.

Restaurant row, having lunch with a buddy while watching the passing parade. Some nice eye candy, but most all civilian; a few "dxb couple" pass. What is missing are the [u]NUMBERS[/u] of strolling wg's present just a year ago. Even in the malls, numbers down.

In the distance I see 3 PRC's. Tell my buddy, now here come 3 wg's for sure. As they get closer, 1 a "no thank you", 1 a "yea", and 1 a "YES, PLEASE." Now, I'm not so vain about my glasses, just more forgetful than anything. So they are coming into increasing focus, especially the "YES PLEASE". I say, "Damn, I think that's Miss L", long term Miss Wednesday from last year. Sure enough, they catch sight of us, and over she comes.

She thought I'd not come back from my home leave, an impression I'd planted, given that her visits had turned very routine, she just going through the motions. Granted, she had a lot going on. Given that she'd never called to check on my return, I just assumed she'd gone home.

But there we were; absence certainly bringing her attractiveness into sharp focus, even without my glasses. We confirmed mobile numbers... think first stop, next Thursday.

[quote=Piper1]He still had to find a girl, and took so long about it that my young stunner found a better-paying (and better-looking ) customer in the meantime. [/quote]How is that possible? You don't keep a tight rein on the fillies you've lassoed? Don't say you have to hog-tie them, but certainly your brand for the night should be well displayed. How is it that rustlers are stepping in?

For me, just an extension of what Zing UK was saying: once a deal is made, I consider it a deal. If I happen to see someone better, I just figure I'll come back the next night; I'll enjoy who I have tonight. I expect her to do the same.

[QUOTE=11Bravo]How is that possible? You don't keep a tight rein on the fillies you've lassoed? Don't say you have to hog-tie them, but certainly your brand for the night should be well displayed. How is it that rustlers are stepping in?[/QUOTE]For the sake of brevity, I didn't go into the details in my previous post. Here's a few more details.

We'd made the deal (although she was reluctant about my not agreeing to pay up-front in the club). She was sitting playing a video game machine while waiting for me, while I went to help my pal select a girl. Pal was dilly-dallying too much, and after an hour he still hadn't selected a girl. He'd agreed earlier that we would take girls to his place, as I can't take them to mine, so I waited for him.

At one point I went looking for him and he was happily chatting and laughing for ages with a bouncer in a corner of the club where there were no girls. I wasn't overly happy, as it was time wasted, and made a comment to let him know. I should have left him to enjoy his night with the bouncer at that point and taken my girl to a hotel. Meanwhile, back at the video-game, she was swamped by various guys over the hour, and she eventually asked me if I still wanted to go, as she had other offers, but would wait a few more minutes for me if I wanted. I should have just taken her to a hotel, but I was a tad cranky by then, and told her she should take the other offer.

My pal called me yet another hour later when I was about to leave York with Miss Trouble, saying he wanted to come and join me and look for a girl in York. "Too late, I'm leaving", I said. He's a good pal, but it's not the first time his 'playing style' (or lack thereof) has messed up opportunites (in fact, several opportunities). As I said, he likes the hunt, but rarely goes in for the kill.

Yes, I know - better to monger alone.

Zing - if it's the same girl Cons and I think it is, yes, her English is good, but yes, she is very quiet. She stayed at Cons' place for a week, so he will know better than I, but in the two nights I had with her, I found it hard work to get a conversation out of her. Some girls talk too much, but she's the other extreme. She would occasionally giggle and share a few laughs, but she basically only spoke in response to questions most of the time, rather than engaging in conversation. Apart from good sex, excellent massage, and super-cute looks, I found her a little bit boring. I think she basically has a very shy nature.

I remember last time I took her home, I decided to let her go after two hours. When I was driving her to Rattler after midnight, she could sense something, and shyly asked me "Did you enjoy with me tonight?"

[QUOTE=Piper1]I told her with a laugh I'm an old man and don't take girls every night. [/QUOTE]
Really Piper? ;)

Not my imprression sitting in Abu Dhabi. Shame about WC being back - sent you email for a suggestion involving the cute Filipina you wanted but I took ( :D ) and here sister...well I am full good ideas tonight after my few days in Manila :)

[QUOTE=Wicked Roger] ..sent you email for a suggestion involving the cute Filipina you wanted but I took ( :D ) and her sister...[/QUOTE]I'll get my revenge WR! :D She's been calling me every day since you enjoyed her at my place last week. A friend of mine took her out last night to a non-WG club for some fun - at first they refused her entry because they thought she's under 21. She's too cute for her own good. They eventually let her in, despite her having no ID papers with her. Later, my friend enjoyed the night with her back in his apartment.

I just returned her call, and told her it's difficult for her to come to my place now my neighbors are back from overseas. She suggested we take a hotel. Getting late in the night, but I'll see.