The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (not necessarily in that order)
aka A Tail [pun] of Tragedy, Loss, and Redemption (in that order).
1. The Bad
With both Miss T and Miss F having left for home, the starting pitcher card has been erased. Checked the bullpen - some good relief pitchers there, but none worthy of a starting slot. Checked the scouting reports...
YIKES! No scouting reports. Complacency coupled with laziness is a deadly combination. Knew Miss F was leaving, but Miss T's news last week bit of a shock. Nobody to "start" the weekend. Now, time to [u]pay my dues[/u]: out on a THURSDAY night.
[b]York, 10-12:15, Thursday[/b]
I've been here long enough to remember when York was a decent place. Maybe on another night, but Thursday? Arriving relatively early, room enough to move. On the other hand, where were the a-listers? 2 in residence (and I'd label one of those 'chorus'), the remainder of the PRC's all "cookie-cutters". Maybe it is time to go home when everyone starts to look the same. ONE had potential, stopping by to try her luck, but I was non-committal, so she moved on.
By 11, the migrating herds(M) had arrived, the endless moving chain. Along with the stumbling drunks... And the "reekers" - how difficult is it to understand the concept?: soap+water+deodorant. One was trying his luck with a PRC, offering 300 (clever use of fingers); if he had looked, he would have seen her [u]recoiling[/u] away... When he passed me, I thought I was going to faint.
Very few dresses or nice attire - but given the majority of potential clients, I can see why they would not be needed, a vagina sufficing.
By 12, had had enough of the madness. Tried to convince MYSELF on the attractiveness of several, but just couldn't... Minor leaguers, not good enough for the big show. Miss Potential was still around, keeping an eye on me. Gave her a nod, but it was a nod goodbye.
The only good news: I have perfected my African "shoo fly you bother me" line for the GRABBING, NOT-taking the "no thank you" Africans; less than a minute. The PRC's at the table were impressed.
As I was in the neighborhood:
[b]Seaview, 12:30-1:30, Thursday[/b]
OK, really Friday, but... you know. Had passed by Imperial on my way over... On a Thursday, Imperial makes York look high class... milling scrum filling the entrance hall. As I've often said, last lifeboat leaving mentality.
Seaview was surprisingly not THAT crowded. Packed, but still space to slip down an aisle. Good management to remove the pool table on a Thursday night. No new PRC or -stani faces, but looked like a few familiar unattached. Number of philipinas, but given their tendency to "cluster", can be difficult to separate the wheat from the chaff.
Sometimes when you step up to the plate, there is just NOTHING to take a swing at; nothing in the strike zone. Was thinking this just might be one of those nights when I leave unaccompanied, and not by choice. Certainly girls around, just none that I found compelling...
Then, last week's Miss "700 not too much" flitted by. She was looking for someone. When she was unsuccessful, she stopped by my side. Obviously in distress, so I tried to cheer her up, buying her a beer. She chugged it pretty fast, which is unusual for a PRC (hindsight: warning #1). We left together, she now smiling, no mention of menu or price.
Back at my place, she becoming increasingly bi-polar: one moment melancholy, the next laughing (spider sense starting to tingle). She asked for some wine; it just so happened I had a 1/2 opened bottle, so good excuse to finish it. I was taking it slow and easy. She then asked for her 700 up front. Excuse me? 700? Pay before? It's a brush-back, pitcher throwing high INSIDE, me stepping out of the batter's box. Definitely a disconnect. Had found out last week she was friends with Miss T, so replied I'd pay the same as Miss T (which was a bit unfair to Miss T - she being tried and true).
Stepped back into the batter's box. Bit of fooling around on the couch, but... flash back to high school, the pushing AWAY of hands... This is becoming NOT-fun QUICKLY. Like the line from "Risky Business": P4P is a SURE thing.
Time to move from the living room to the bedroom, so why was she re-hooking her bra? I grab a shower (my culture: believers in soap and water). Coming out, she's in bed (good), climbing in, she's in her bra/panties (bad). Now she seems more interested in sleeping... I can see the brick wall approaching... You keep thinking this is not going to end well; then it gets worse!
No response to advances from me, so, only 1 thing to do. "You tired? No problem; go [u]home[/u] and sleep; I'll get you a taxi." Her reply a simple "No". Repeat this several times, until I have to up the ante: "Get the f*ck out of bed now, put on your clothes, go home". She seems a bit shocked (sometimes that nice guy rep is NOT an asset), back into melancholy mode, "I'm a hooker..." Well, maybe, but not tonight, as there seems to be no selling of sex, and certainly no money changing hands (except for taxi money). I don't need a pillow.
Now I won't just throw her out on the street (self-interest: no need for a police patrol knocking on my door asking do I really know this girl). I'll bite the bullet and take her to a taxi.
4am - after she finishes puking in the toilet ("No, I'm not drunk"; yea, right), I put her in a taxi with a 100 dhs for her trouble - hell, I'd have paid 300 to get her out.
I was looking for that action/adventure "entertainment", maybe even a comedy, but NOT a melodrama... Should have taken Miss Potential from York - not a looker but obviously knew what the job entailed...
What is the world coming to? PRC's acting like CIS. :)
2. The Ugly
After last night's/this morning's DISASTER, figure I'll make the best out of a bad situation, and take in an afternoon's Jocky's. Around 2pm, get ready to head out. Damn, can't find my wallet.
Now this is serious, as I have EVERYTHING in there (the cliche'd "all the eggs in one basket": good if you need anything, BAD if you lose). Money, plastic, driver's license, passport (hey, it's a big wallet). Last time I remember seeing it was in the living room, when I was pulling out a 100 to give to Miss Disaster. Afterwards, just put it back on the chest top. Look there now; it's not.
I do a cursory search of the Usual Suspects (locations). Nichts. OK, the expanded search: living room, kitchen, home office, bedroom, bathroom. Nada. Suspicion is beginning to rear its ugly head.
Time to get serious: detailed search. Pulling up seat cushions, looking behind cabinets. Task is made easier due to Miss T's ultimate visit - she really cleaned/straightened the place. Makes it easy to see what is NOT there. Only thing she didn't touch, per my request, home office. But my disorder is easily searched - the wallet would be on top of a pile as it's been a few hours, and I haven't gone out.
Again, nothing. Ugly thoughts fill my head. I had been keeping an eye on her as we were leaving, but perhaps she grabbed it when I was putting on my sandals. Bizarre. That's one thing I DON'T associate PRC's with: walking off with something. I've NEVER had a problem up till now. Perhaps a transient "the world owes me" thought.
Only one thing to do. Hit Seaview tonight, confront her. Just ask for the wallet back, no questions asked. Luckily enough, last night, before things started to go bad, I had gotten a few photos of her. So I might not know her real name, but I did know what she looked like.
Wait a minute. Let's see, what exactly is my [i]solvency[/i] with the wallet gone. Check my pockets; 15 dhs. Looks like an ATM run. Or maybe not; ATM card in wallet. Credit card cash withdrawal... noooooo, ALL plastic gone. Even if the banks were open, how do I prove I'm me, without passport... Looks like I'll be driving to the consulate. Oops, no driver's license. Taxi to the consulate... on 15 dhs? Lucky I have my dirham stash... Let's see, the stash I've been raiding over the last month, to be replenished [u]later[/u]... now empty. Do have dollars... but it's Friday, banks are closed. Surely the Seaview will take dollars? Perhaps a visit to the front desk? FMTT. She had better return the wallet.
But I still just can't believe, no matter what the situation, she'd walk off with my wallet; just not done. One last task to do: the dreaded grid search: each room divided up into grids... Living room. Nothing. Guest toilet. Nothing. Kitchen. Nothing. Office. Nothing. Things looking GRIM.
Bathroom. Bed room... The LAST set of drawers to be checked, I notice my underwear draw slightly ajar. Open it - I'll be DAMNED. There is the wallet. The sense of relief is palatable.
I certainly was NOT drunk. Only one possible explanation: I am now a believer - jinn are real.
As reported earlier, I do hit Jockey's. After last night and this afternoon's debacleS, not in the mood for a [i]snack[/i]; I want a full course meal tonight.
3. The Good
It's Friday night. Figure I'll hit Seaview early. Dinner, grab a date, back home to [i]enjoy[/i]. 8:30 - 30 minutes to kill before heading out. Lay down on the sofa.
Next thing I know, it's 10pm. Damn. Next thing I know, it's midnight. Double Damn. Thursday night's melodrama, and its 23 hours awake, has taken a toll. I wonder which way to head: out the door or up to bed. Given I can't remember a weekend since I've been here when I've gone totally [i]dry[/i], that's 1/2 a decade's record that I don't care to break. It's out the door.
[b]Seaview, Friday, 12:30 - 1:30[/b]
Number of punters, wg's interspersed, more males than females, but, at Seaview, to be expected. However, there are NOT the numbers of unallocated wg's around. The PRC entrance quota does pinch. Only familiar faces, and most seem to be [i]occupied[/i] by now.
The good news is, I spot Miss SMS, the girl I was chatting with last Friday, before she momentarily opened up the landing slot when she stepped away to answer her mobile, giving Miss T the opening she'd been looking for. I go over and say hi.
Slightly aloof tonight, perhaps due to my disappearing act last weekend. But once I express an [i]interest[/i], she warms up, finally cutting to the chase, "Let me be direct; do you want me tonight?" I can see her point: time's awasting, for BOTH of us. I ask for a price quote; she replies with "how much you pay?". It's late (FOR ME). I want to nail the deal, get on the way to having some FUN, so I give my standard, "500 dhs". "Sorry, for me, 700." [Question: has 700 become the new '500'?] Well, maybe, but not for me. I politely decline, and switch the radar back to target acquisition. She expounds, "You know, 500, only 1 shot." I tell her I understand, no hard feelings. She says goodbye and walks off, no hostility from either side. The way it should be, ceiling and floor not meeting.
The alternate PRC, a Seaview regular, has landed a client in the last 5 minutes so there goes that option. One thing about regulars, their quality is known, and the good ones can disappear fast. I start a search of the philipina clusters, but they all look 'cookie-cutter'. There is the one I took last week, but I also remember she left early per MY request.
Miss SMS comes back, friend in tow. Mentoring? No; she says her gf wants to know if I'm interested in 2 girls. I'm not. They move on.
[i]Skies[/i] beginning to darken, but, hey, I did make it to bat, and even if I do strike out, at least I went down swinging, rather than caught looking. I catch sight of a returning PRC, looking for the double header after the ST. Before I can close the distance, Miss SMS is back, agreeing to my offer.
Off we go. Back home, I take a bit of time to allow her to relax and feel comfortable. Head to the bedroom; I hit the showers. Back out, she's on the bed, clothes off, but panties and bra RE-hooked. Not happy to having been beaned once, please not again at the very next at bat. Please Lord, don't let this be déjà vu.
No, the bra comes off, no problem, and she warms up. Panties come off, and it's obvious that the artificial lube bottle will stay in the drawer. Home run on a WET field. Suffice to say, we BOTH totally enjoyed the game.
4am, hit the showers again. But what a 180 from 24 hours ago.
Morning, we both wake up around the same time. "11; I want go home now". Oh, no; don't throw the game NOW. Only 1 more inning to pitch; for God's sake, don't balk.
Like the pitching coach walking out to the mound to steady the pitcher, I offer her some "encouragement". Doesn't take much - the artificial lube stays put. Another full session, then we both hit the showers and I run her home.
Starting rotation? Well, given both slots are empty... good chance, at least for awhile. Not a stunner, but certainly fun, and just goes to show that if you take some time, include her in the pleasure, the rewards are obvious.
Moral of this opus: Very few bean balls here, but occasionally... Those looking for the [u]perfect[/u] pitch often strike out, going down looking. But if you get in the game, take some swings, chase some of those down and away pitches, it is pretty easy to hit the long ball. Point is to enjoy the game. And even a BAD experience makes a good story.
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (not necessarily in that order)
Great story of an up and down week-end, 11Bravo.
Glad to see that it turned out all right.
Just goes to show again that when you can keep pitching high hard one's and the girl can consistently hit them out of the park - you've found an All-Star candidate. Enjoy the Game.
Buddha Bar, Premiere Club, Chelsea Hotel, Rattler Carpark - Wednesday night
After a few quiet nights at home catching up on work (plus another good home-delivery session with photo-happy ZZ), it was time to go out and check a few clubs.
[b]8:00pm. Finnegans next to Hard Rock.[/b]
Work pal and I started with a few games of pool at Finnegans - only one WG (usually there a few Chinese and African sitting low-key at the bar).
[b]9:30pm. Buddha Bar at Grosvenor House. [/b]
Still early, but a few likely WGs. We saw two stunning blonde Swedish girls (not sure if they were working, but they responded positively when a couple of guys started to chat them up).
[b]11:30pm. Premiere Club at Hyatt Regency.[/b]
95DH entry fee, no 'free' drink. First time I went there six years ago I was a kid in a candy store, as it was full of model-like blonde stunners. Now, things have changed. There were some downright ugly girls. There were also some cuties. Most girls were dressed and made-up up very nicely, like they were at a cocktail party. Some girls had way to much make-up, Russian style.
By midnight there would have been over 100 girls. Too bad there were also 100 guys - it became too crowded. About 60% CIS, 35% Chinese, and a handful of African. Like Cyclone, the Chinese and CIS tended to stay in their own territory in the club, with the Chinese girls keeping to the deep end of the circular club (the circular club makes it easy to make exploratory circuits). Surprisingly for me, I found many of the Chinese girls to be more attractive than the CIS.
One CIS was a 9 - the best looking girl in the club. A sweet looking slim young Russian with long blonde hair, and almost no make-up - a natural beauty. My pal was interested in her, and charmed her with his fluent Russian, but she stuck to her asking price of 2,000 (!) When he went to the loo, I spoke with her, and managed to bring her down to 1,500. Still, I told my pal she would go for 1,000 closer to closing time.
I wasn't tempted by any of the girls at Premiere, so I suggested we head for Chelsea Hotel. My pal took the girl's number and asked her to call him if she didn't find a customer and would agree to 1,000.
[b]2:15am Chelsea Hotel - Tiya Maria and Players Lounge. [/b]
Both clubs almost empty, except a few couples and a sleeping security guard slumped in his chair by the door. After a quick drink, pal and I hopped in a cab and the driver raced us to Rattlesnake to make it by closing time at 3:00am. While we were in the cab, the blonde cutie messaged my pal and said she would come for 1,000. He was happy. 15 minutes later she messaged him to say she wasn't feeling well. He was not so happy. (Obviously she found a closing time customer in Premiere).
[b]2:55am Rattlesnake carpark/taxi rank. [/b]
About 30 Chinese and 20 African girls lingering outside, most were very grabby. I checked the selection, including a walk to Rattler entrance. I was attracted by Miss R's friendly and quiet demeanor, dark-chocolate slim body and big white smile, the selection was made. My pal gave up and went home, I took Miss R home for 500 for a good session, a good sleep and another good session. She was very playful (see photos).
I was going to drive her to a taxi at 4:00pm, but there were none to be found, even at Mercato mall, where 20 shoppers were waiting hot and bothered in the afternoon sun for cabs, so I ended up driving Miss R to her apartment near Spinneys in Bur Dubai.
The couple living downstairs returned from overseas today, so I had a tricky time sneaking Miss R to my car. I'll have to make alternative plans in the next few days before Wildcat returns. Maybe a hotel, or possibly a visit to an apartment with Indian girls that a fellow member generously PMd me.
