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Just a Squirrel - Part II
We arrived at the Imperial and just like he said I had trouble getting in. But he knew the guys at the door, and I forgot what exactly it was that he told them, but they finally let me in.
It was already about 1:15 and the pickings were really slim. I mean the numbers were there but there was not much that interested me. Again there was no music. The person on the wait staff ran off a couple of service providers from a table and made us the new proprietors of it. Our new Irish friend ordered a Strongbow and I asked for the same. One wingman wanted a Coke and the other nothing. When the drinks arrived a bill of 71 AED arrived with it. (Damn, I was really slipping on my research. I did not realize the drinks were so expensive). I gave them the 100 AED bill that I had left and got 29 change. I motioned a short Ethiopian to come over from the bar. We chatted a while but she really wasn’t my style. But lo and behold, across the room, Miss I-Could-Go-For-Her. I signaled her to come over but she was a bit leery with the other girl still to my left trying to mark me as territory. However she did come and stand to the right of me. She told me that she wasn’t really comfortable because the girl to my left was there first. In my mind I’m thinking that a heavy dose of the silent treatment will cure that. She finally got the hint.
My wingman who was enjoying the Coca-Cola was trying to make waves with a dark-skinned Kenyan. Bingo! She had his number. 50 US and he heads back to the hotel. The Irish guy finally leaves. I thought he was alone but later my other wingman said that he was not. He must have scooped her up like a thief in the night, because I did not even see him talking to anyone. And he seems to be a hated man because the new Ethiopian who I was cozying up to started talking bad about him. She said that he always comes but never leaves with anybody, so nobody likes him. Your guess is as good as mine. What does the way he spends his time or his money have to do with any of them liking him I can not understand. This chick was banging. I had to do a quick head check to see how serious negotiations would work. 1000 AED is what she said. Was she on drugs? She had to come better than that. I ran the game about how I am young and beautiful and she needs to exercise price discrimination if she wanted to maximize her revenues. That little talk was only good for 200 AED off. So the asking price stood at 800 AED. I told her that was four times more than the figure I had in my head. So she took it upon herself to choose the 0 dirham route home.
The club is officially closed and everybody is walking out. Earlier I saw only one more fish that I would have baited the hook for. Dammit. She and her friend are making a bee line out of the door. I have to catch up with them. On my way out the door man and security people want to have a chat in hopes of scoring a tip, but I don’t have the time or the patience. I have to catch her before she gets away. As soon as I get outside I see them get into a taxi. I motioned to her to come out and give me a minute of her time, but she paid me no attention. Luckily her sidekick thought enough to try to salvage their busted evening.
She got out of the taxi and I asked her to come over and talk. She went back and said something to her friend which made them defer the taxi ride. By this time my remaining wingman had caught up to me. I asked the ladies where they were going and they said home. I asked how far it was and they said it was about a 13 dirham taxi ride from Imperial. I asked them if it was okay for my wingman and I to tag along. They said it was fine. So here we are in a new city with two strangers going god-knows-where. Just our cup of tea! Between the two girls and the taxi driver I do not think anyone knew where they were going. They traded words back and forth but it finally got us to where we were going. Ding-ding. 13 dirham for the taxi as they said.
Now I have not been a math whiz since high school over twenty years ago, but let me put myself to the test. I arrived at the airport and withdrew 200 AED from the ATM. I spent 41 AED for shwarmas, 5 AED for internet, 71 AED for three drinks at Imperial, and a 13 AED taxi ride. This better be a really cheap date or else I hope these girls accept credit cards; because I only have 70 dirham left to my name. Small thing to a player though; especially since money has not even been discussed. Usually when I run this I end up with a freebie. Let’s see how it turns out this time.
On praise of the older CIS woman
So, just to rub salt on the wound I thought I would add a FR.
Yesterday I called the Uzbek girl I met at Regal (Miss O). She came for dinner at 2030, I was not done yet and she offered to help in the kitchen. I refused but I really appreciate her willingness to share the effort (or maybe she was afraid of what I could be cooking, well I rather like the first explanation).
During dinner she was very appreciative of the food (thank you very much) and we had a long chat after dinner (drinking some wine, talking). BTW shde is not young at 36 but has a nice body.
Regarding performance, we had three rounds of great sex (DATY and several positions on each), she really enjoyed herself. During my first DATy she told me she also wanted to do it to me so we switched to 69. No problem at all with BBJ (and great skills).
More of the same in the morning. All the time she was concerned about me not finishing (as usual) and worked very hard to make me happy.
So... what can I say. This is a woman you can discuss anything from art to politics, who enjoys being treated like a lady and who is willing to make you happy even for one night.
From my side, I prepared a nice dinner (a couple of hours of work) and was happy to listen to her (as usual). This time it was a great return on investment... with other CIS girls it could be a total waste of time and effort.
I only met a PRC girl who could be comparable (Piper knows her well) but she was short in terms of maturity (much younger nto a criticism). Most PRC girls are not interested by the things that make me tick. Cultural differences mostly but they make the whole experience shallower. Nobody's fault but the difference is real. Again, with a PRC I would be sure that it would never be such a flop as it can be with a CIS.
BTW Miss O also talked about the PRC girls, she understands that men like them because of the reasons we are discussing and had a surprisingly good attitude (CIS tend to denigrate the Chinese competition a lot and I was happy to see her not being like this).
If she had been 19 instead of 36 and had a hot smoking body instead of a nice one this would have been perfect... but then why would such a woman be interested in spending her night with someone like me :) ?
BTW I think there is some overreaction with some of the posts. I do not think anybody is talking about any group being better or worst. Most of the discussion had to do with "expected" outcomes (in the statistical sense). i think we all agree that CIS girls have higher variability (i.e. they are riskier investments) and the only reason they remain in place in such a brutal market as DXB flesh market is because sometimes they can offer higher returns. This is true and applies to the average investor.
However if you are a specialized player, with specific skills then I agree that you may get similar "top of class" returns from PRC girls.... but this is not for the average WASP (or even for the non-anglo saxon catholic). The best we can hope is a reasonably good performance but limited connection (in spite of both parts efforts).
