I don’t have any ROB stories mostly because if I have ever fallen victim, I blame myself for allowing it to happen in the first place. I know that doesn’t mean you can’t get blindsided and fall victim to a ROB but I can’t specifically remember any first-hand experiences.
I do have a NOT-a-ROB story from two nights ago and I honestly haven’t seen such an amazing master of the arts in action for a long time.
OK before anyone gets their panties in a wad, prostitution is legal here. It is ubiquitous and out in the open. And like a kid with unlimited access to a candy store who soon loses his excitement for all the candy he can possibly eat, the gentlemen here partake when they feel like it and don’t walk around with their tongue hanging out.
This was not a strip club, it was a bar. No dancing but kind of like a hostess club but not exactly. Around 25-30 real employees, females just hanging around performing cocktail waitress duties to the six customers but mostly looking to catch your eye and sell their wares. Most of the women were hanging out on the street front deck as was I. I was waiting for the waitress in the restaurant a few doors down to get off work so where else to hang out having a beer but at Hookers-R-Us.
Interesting side note, I was approached by a number of girls but one was frustrated that I could not hear what she was saying and she pulled out her smart phone (that’s what you call it right? A smart phone?) Any way for some reason she kept typing into google translate which I have never seen before. The translation part wasn’t necessary but it was really strange to see “If you want sex we have a VIP room” and more typed out in English as she matter of fact explained the workings of the bar.
OK to the Not-a-ROB story. Across the deck was the most attractive girl in the place and we kept doing the eye glance thing but she didn’t come until I finally motioned her over. Her slowness in responding to eye contact which is a standard sign of interest led me down the path that I had already assumed. That was that she was young, shy, new to the business and uncomfortable in approaching customers. Either that or she wanted nothing to do with me (it happens).
She came over smiling sweetly as if she were relieved and happy that I had chosen her to talk to. I invited her to sit down and bought her a drink, a very expensive drink. As we waited for her drink to arrive, we did the normal introductory banter. She was 19, a university student and this was only her third night on the job. She felt very intimidated by so many beautiful women that she didn’t know how she would ever compete. I assured her she was the best looking girl there as my paternal instincts were taking over (poor sweet girl). At the same time my other head was having other ideas (she was stunning).
She thanked me for buying her drink when it arrived. It was a virgin margarita about six to eight ounces. To my amazement she emptied it like a shot of whiskey. Half sarcastically I said that I bet that was the first drink any one had ever bought her. She said yes it was, thanked me again and asked if she could have another one. Knowing that she gets kickbacks for the expensive ladies’ drink and not sure if maybe she was just really nervous, I agreed but told her she needed to slow down, that that isn’t how a ladies drink is supposed to work. She smiled an embarrassed smile while apologizing as I’m beginning to shake my head and laughing to myself.
She is sweet and charming so we continue until her drink arrives. She ignores it and I go back to being smitten. About two minutes go by as she plays me like a fish on the line when she picks up her drink and empties it in one gulp. I’m almost laughing out loud now and she asks if I’m hungry. I say no that I’m going out to eat in a little while. She then asked if I would buy her dinner. Now I know she isn’t the innocent inexperienced girl that I felt sorry for. I decline and say my good byes when she asks if I would please come back tomorrow night to see her. “Maybe we could go out somewhere”. I smile and say that I’m already thinking of coming back.
As I walk away she has an after-thought and a request. “When you come back if I’m with another guy or in the VIP, you know, please wait until I’m free”. No problem, I understand completely.
Bottom line is that she was not a ROB but a very skilled player of the game. Shit I could go broke chasing her, LOL.
Don’t confuse realizing you were played with being cheated.