Tuition

Well, GMD, that's quite a tale for Opening Day!

My life is far more boring though I must confess I kinda like it that way.

Wait a second... there was the time though I took a Bogart's dancer out for dinner after her shift. Things were okay until she got sick midway through her dinner and thought she might puke. I offered to walk her outside for some fresh air, but instead she jumped onto to me, wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. I then proceded to take her outside to a bench (mind you from the center of a semi-crowded restaurant...) I then asked for the dinners to be boxed up for carryout which they did. Took dinner date back to her car at Bogart's and bid her adieu. She had recovered and drove off to her motel. I then took a call from a friend and told him the tale. But I took too long. Dinner date came back as she had remembered she forgot to get from me the $40 she needed to pay for her room. I gave her the $40 and declined her invite to come with her. Probably should've only given her $20, or left right away after she drove off the first time. So I was out the cost of dinner plus $40. But the bigger cost, arguably-speaking, was the embarrassment of carrying a gal out "stripper style" from a family restaurant. I'm sooo glad I didn't know anyone there!!!

in my early clubbing days i mostly just went to a club to watch the dances, talk and drink a little, and tip dollars to the dancers i liked. ended up dating and fucking a couple strippers that i never spent more than a few dollars on. over the past 8 or 9 years i started buying dances but was mostly in control of my emotions so although i was cheated at times by bad dances i was smart enough to not spend anymore money on the lying robs after one bad dance. every once in awhile i'd date a stripper i met usually through my boating hobby and get some free pussy. so what's the lesson here? i don't know, maybe those early frugal years just talking to and watching the strippers interact and ripoff other guys taught me to be leery of them to the point that although i've been lied to and jerked around it has never cost me alot in tuition.

Damn, georgmicrodong living life on the edge! It's a good thing you were prepared. They tried to set you up to wet you up!

I think I just found georgmicrodong's new profile picture:

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My gun isn't that big. Ba dum bump.

gmd, I have never had quite as dramatic a tuition moment as you, but I've had many mini-moments.

It took me not once, but twice, to learn the lesson of paying after the event. In the first case (younger years), the girl never showed after a good faith deposit. In another instance, the girl tried to upsell me once she had my money and she left without finishing the job.

I also had a very memorable early lesson in ITC VIP upsell, where a HJ ended up costing me a small fortune. The lesson learned from this little experience was to make sure everyone was clear about the price and expectation beforehand. I recently had a girl try this shit in a club in Atlanta and I got up and walked out of the VIP room.

I have made other tuition payments over time, but after 15 years of doing this those were the most memorable.

I don't bring any money that I can't afford to lose... I mean spend. Seriously, I've kissed it goodbye beforehand.

Aside from that, being around certain kinds of people, away from the safety of others, is asking for trouble. It's only a matter of time, if you're meeting up with strippers/hookers, partying with druggies, doing all-night bar crawls with people you don't know, etc.

True, but the risks can be mitigated, if not eliminated, and the rewards are generally worth it.

All true gmd.

bumrubber, I couldn't agree more. When I start out for the evening I assume that my pocket is going to be empty and I never bring plastic with me, so the downside risk of cash loss is controlled.

On the money issue, definitely kiss it goodbye. If you're going to strip clubs and OTC hookups expecting to bring money home with you, you're doing it wrong. :)

LOL, Good point, george(your last one) I always bring plenty of cash home with me, I never use plastic at a club. If nothing else, I'l just sit at the bar at enjoy the fine women dancers. I don't always get dances.

I am glad, exceptionally glad that you weren't mugged, george.

It wasn't from a stripper, but in New Mexico, women can be flat out weird. I landed a date with a solid 9. The kicker here is that the 7's and up are spoken for from the time they are age 9 and up.

So, were on our way out. I pick her up at home. On our way to the date, she asks if we can stop so she can see a friend of hers first. Worse, she gives me directions to the warehouse type supermarket, already.

I pull up to the back dock area and intuition told me to angle in instead of driving in. There were ten of the toughest looking guys I ever saw in my life. I pulled a J turn and was out of there in seconds. As we pulled back onto the main drag, I asked her what that was about. She said "I wanted to see how tough you are."

I immediately took her home and never saw her again.

This gal probably ended up a stripper. I met a girl in Los Angeles and she told me, as I picked her up for the first date that unless I was a complete and total gentleman, that we had no future.

I was a total gentleman, hug only on the first date, and peck on the lips on the second date. As I picked her up for the third date, she said "You'd never guess what happened today. I was at the mall and this guy told me that I had what it took to be a model. He had a business card and everything. We went back to his studio and I modeled nude for him."

I said, "Let me get this straight. Two dates, and all I get is a peck on the cheek. You meet some stranger, and you take your clothes off for him."

She answered,"But I respect you."

"Bye."

Don't mess with georgemicrobrain, otherwise he'll be after you with his 9mm... brain!

Maybe we need to set up a buddy system! You get OTC set up and one of us then keeps an eye on your back from the parking lot. Anyone shady comes near your door and we snipe them from the car. What do you think?

gmd, I reread your post and I'm trying to figure out what you could have done to prevent it. It sounds like you looked around and didn't see anybody following. Unless she had called and revealed the room number (no evidence of that), the guy must have been lurking somewhere and followed you to the room. What is the takeaway? Check in at the desk by yourself and then wait for her in the lobby? (That way she won't know the room number ahead of time.) I think the flip side is more dangerous. (She establishes the room ahead of time and the guy could be up there waiting.)

I wonder if you could have taken a circuitous path to the room to see if anybody pops up behind you in the distance. She probably would have started to get nervous herself with that strange behavior if there was no ambush. If you had gotten to the door first, I think the guy would have tried to barge in. Granted, you could have had the gun ready as you opened the door, but it risked others seeing the confrontation. Of course, they may have sen anyway. I have even thought about successfully evading an ambush before the act, only to have her leave and call it in and have a guy show up minutes after she left. Do you plan to get the hell out of there shortly after she leaves. Do you make sure she leaves first if you have the room in your name so there is no damage charges? Again, my head hurts.

P.S. Is Dougster that guy's cousin? Jeezus, dude, give it a rest.

Another point. One time a FWB flew in for a couple days and we went straight to the hotel. She was a beautiful AA girl. We walked in with just her bag since I was local. I think the clerk may have thought it was my bag. The reservation was in her name. The clerk then asked to see her business card and the FWB erupted. I think she was basically being accused of being a professional and my girl was pissed.

How to handle the bags, lack of bags, or whatever. Does anybody care?

looneylarry: Believe me, I've gone over it many times since then. This was several years ago, before texting was as ubiquitous as it is today, but cell phones themselves were pretty common. I figure she used her time in the bathroom to speeddial, give the room number, and hang up. I don't recall her spending very much time in there, but she did flush the toilet, which might have covered up a quick murmured call.

My situational awareness is moderately well developed, so I like to think I would have noticed somebody following me when I checked in. Still possible, though. I like to "case" the room ahead of time, so I always check it out before I meet up, so I know how it's laid out.

Until some level of trust develops, I always meet them and escort them to the room, and don't give out the room number; she shouldn't have known the number before she read it on the door. And I think it worked out better with her answering the door. I was on the other side of the bed, and had enough time to draw. Had I stupidly answered the door (which I wouldn't have even unlocked without peeping first, getting suspicious and drawing anyway), I might not have had that time.

9mm? PUSSY! :)

I'm inclined to believe places rated 3-stars and above have secured hallways (ie locked access doors to the interior halls), while the cheap motels exit directly to the outdoors. Usually such improved security is only $10 more per night (when booking online.) In fact, Crowne Plaza Columbus north had a security guard walk the halls at night (I had been out earlier at Dreamgirls...) I'd pay the extra $10. Better beds at that price too.

Holy Shit! You are one BAAAAAAAAAD ASS, george. Don't think I want to spend any time in Louisville clubs. Wouldn't want to "make your day".

Mind you, there were a couple of times in the 70s when I would have been happy to have had you and your 9mm friend beside me and my pipe wrench in a rowdy oil town bar.

art: I sure as hell didn't fell like a bad ass then, and I don't now. What I did feel was more terrified than ever before in my entire life. More than when I got married, more than when I got on the plane for boot camp, more than when the gas alarm went off when the Iraqis were lobbing Frog missiles at us, more than the drive by back at the port; I was a cunt hair away from shitting myself. I'm surprised I could hd the gun steady.

My preparations now are even more paranoid, just so I never have to be in that position again.

The people who get off on that kind of thing are bat shit crazy looney tunes.