Love, and the couples at Starbuck's
[QUOTE=Mr Enternational]Guys I know I'm beating a dead horse here, but please don't fall in love with these hookers. [/QUOTE]I could not agree more. Not only is it likely that sick fucks like Mr.E are tongue fucking your girl while you think you are bonding with her on the phone, it is likely to drain you far faster (both financially and emotionally) than if you just got there for the fucking.
Some guys are actually into finding some emotional bonding, and to them, good luck. I am of the opinion that this is not the right place for that. The girls are jaded, they have seen it all, and they really are here only for the money. They put on a superb act, and it is easy to fall for one of these darlings, but if you just stay focused on your task at hand, all will be good.
With that in mind, here are some relevant observations from Starbuck's at Central from Sat afternoon.
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Sitting at Starbuck's watching this old geezer with his bargirl. He's got his Americano and she has her Frapuccino, and he's looking at her as if he has found love. She's looking at him like he's a dufus. He's totally fawning over her joking, reaching over and touching her arm, touching the side of her face, stroking her hair, looking her in the eyes like a puppy dog. And she's reciprocating just enough to encourage him. He's maybe in his mid-50s, she's probably 26 years old or so. She's attractive, great skin, long sexy legs, and he's well, let's say he could pass as a look-alike for my chiropractor Ira Berstein.
He reaches over and starts to fondle her breasts, and she slaps him, hard, harder than she needed to. Ira chuckles and pulls his hand away. Ah yes, 26 year-old petulance versus 50-year old chiropractor cash. The cash wins out every time. But Ira looks like he is falling for this pretty little thing. Don't do it Ira heed the warnings of Mr.E. and Amjeck. She's got a stable of studs like you lined up. She will drain your chiropractor reserves and move on to someone with more cash, like a real doctor.
They get up and walk away, and in their place arrive a new couple for Kumbu's ponderings. He is a younger, taller white guy with his Isaan bride-to-be in tow. He's tall, perhaps 6'2, skinny, with a large nose. He looks a little like a younger version of Principle Skinner from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Reminds me of Steve Wieznewski, my mathematics TA in college. His princess is skinny, dark skinned, dyed brown hair, something like 22 years old. She's wearing a brand new pair of jeans, perhaps bought with Steve's money recently. That, plus her dye job and dark skin cry out farm girl. Steve looks to be in his mid-to-late twenties, dressed in a white golf shirt and shorts. She's clearly delighted to have snagged a tall white dude, and he seems very, very awkward. Poor, poor Steve, he doesn't know what to do or what is in store for him.
Run Steve, run back to the quadratic equations that have been your reliable love for all these years cryptic they may be, but at least they wont fuck with your mind or your wallet.
And finally, on the other side of the room, sits a brother tall, dark, muscular, a good looking specimen indeed. He dons a thick gold chain, biceps to put the ordinary mortal such as Kumbu to shame, and a certain charm about him. His girl is dark skinned, long haired, with a cute, pert face. These two seem to have a reasonable relationship he doesn't seem overly enamored with her, and she doesn't seem to have him pegged as marriage material. Good for the brother. As they get up, she stands up to reveal the most ginormous booty a Thai woman has ever cultivated. Ever. Huge. Massive. Not to Kumbu's liking - he likes them round and bubbly, but not Madea Does Thailand big. But good for the brother. He knows his thing, and that's all he wants.