It was supposed to be happy. But I was depressed while creating my Valentine playlist, at the same time getting my Master's in classic rock. After bumping around me for a month, I finally got into her apartment. And it was nice. The cable guy thing was totally unexpected so I didn't register anything at the time. I went along thinking that she was playing some mysterious games. But there was no mistake for the 2nd time. Doormen should just let guests in, period. However I tried, I couldn't think of a good reason.

I can think of so many bad reasons. I don't know how long can I go on if she keeps calling me like that. But I think she isn't thinking far ahead; she is thinking about the next rent. We can do hotels, but it's more like work after home visits. So I'm not going to call her first. Let's see what will happen.

I won't even try to tell her that I'm not happy. She has her reasons. And if she is anywhere near Chanel, she would tell me something I like to hear. I can punish her big time though. I can ditch Margaret for her "friend", Chanel II, at Valentine. That would be devasting even if she doesn't like me, that much anyway.

After all the auditioning, I returned to Margaret on and off. She got the looks but didn't do much. But I was fond of her anyway. One day she mentioned her friend Chanel II. I still had no idea why. Maybe she thought I must have seen Chanel II and wanted to see how they compare. And since I saw Margaret a few times, she must have thought she is the winner. Or she thought Chanel II fitted me better; Chanel II told me that Margaret helped her out and is a good person.

I always wanted to see Chanel II but there's always the risk of a disappointing face, a dead fish, or the golden pussy syndrome. But since Margaret mentioned her name, it couldn't be bad. Indeed, they can stand shoulder to shoulder giving you a hard time to pick. But Margaret knows it; Chanel II is Chanel II for a reason and not her. But the sad thing is, thinking that Margaret gave her a good catch, Chanel II texted Margaret while we were naked in bed after. Even though I didn't know what they were texting, I could sense the disappointment in Margaret while Chanel II still didn't have a clue.

Unfortunately, that was the only time I saw Chanel II. I tried to book her again but she became hard to get, turning up suddenly and on a Sunday. Both of them faded out and disappeared soon. After the "I could have been dead" traffic incident, I called every pretty girl on my shortlist over the weekend. That's when I rediscovered Margaret; she changed her name.

After I saw Margaret almost regularly, Chanel II reappeared again. Co-incident? If Chanel II had been working, I would definitely book her instead of trying someone new. But I have no reason to see her again. Margaret recaptured my heart by getting all over me and stick her tongue into my mouth. She let me suck her whole tongue out with a smile. Some of my escort readers may gross out by the mental image in their head. But consider that, before that Margaret never kissed me properly. It was only touching lips for a second. Then it progressed to her tongue touching my lips for a split second. And I still saw her.

Now if I book Chanel II for Valentine,  and do the disappearing act on Margaret, she will be devasted or she will try hard to figure out what she did wrong. If they are still hanging out, I will tell Chanel II something so it will get back to Margaret what I did. It's not even necessary. On my account and Chanel II's, I will make certain that we have the date stamp when we meet.

I will certainly do that when they are at their prime, around 19. But I'm not going to do that feeling that they are more vulnerable now. If I don't have a history with them I wouldn't have that feeling. You would think that they are now at the prime, still is, but not as prime as when they are 19. When I triggered some old memory in Margaret, she would look far and reminiscence silently about the good old days for a split second. It's sad that obviously, she wasn't thinking about me, but at the height of powers, the many clients lining up, doing whatever she likes to do, and the money.

Soon after I lost Chanel, I met a model type girl who started college around 19 and invited me to visit her new apartment. She thought her nose was her weak part but I was happy with that; she didn't even need makeup. Her body is a model type but I found her body too ripe. It's hard to describe. Maybe like a peach, some need some more time, some are perfectly ripe, and others are too ripe. And out times were totally incompatible so I just hang up for the last time when she was still sleeping.

And then this perfect woman at her 30's or maybe early 40's. Yeah, I have seen too many women at this bracket in my TER days. So I know what is perfect or not. She is a babe watch type. She has to spend a lot of time to work out to keep her body perfect like that - more perfect than many young girls but looks very natural without muscles. She isn't that pretty but her hair and makeup are always done perfectly. She had skills and wasn't afraid to use it to capture me into an arrangement. It was a bargain and she hinted that she will be seeing me at her home on her off days, meaning that I don't have to lineup for her incall days. How romantic. Even though I saw her a few times, I disappeared because I was afraid of commitments. And there was one minor thing that I couldn't overcome. She had the stone type enhancement. I know it's safer but I couldn't overcome that. I could overlook that a few times but not regularly. So cruel. And she's so awesome that she's still around!

And of course, who could forget Caroline? She may be hitting 30 or more but she could be the spider girl in the multiverse! She could be that stylish. So my pants were going to explode when she was in her California shorts kissing me as in a marathon. But she was a bit anti-social - sometimes she posts some unglamorous pictures. That is a sin in advertising. You don't do that unless too many people turn away at your door disappointed. She will never disappoint with her looks. The feel is a little different, another story ;-) The real problem is that she seems to have a busy schedule. Her apartment is those that I can get in and out whenever we want. I thought we were friends but she asked me to go through her assistant. And for the price I paid, I didn't have much choice about the time of day. I know she is the struggling type but she never called me so I don't feel I disappointed her. And I never asked for a more reasonable price because I didn't know I would be seeing her that much. But I won't do that if I'm not prepared to commit. Oh, and her bed ... Just don't feel like a place to make love on. Maybe too small and too soft.

And this perfect Asian girl that I ran into at random. I was almost speechless. She has flawless pale skin all over; it has to be expensive to keep that. She has the perfect boob job, perfect long hair, legs, waist, and bottom. She could be 20 something but her body looked like 18. Her face wasn't that outstanding but perhaps with some enhancements, she was attractive enough.

Since I tried to avoid Valentine's, she accused me of reserving the date for someone else, meaning her competition. Since these girls come and go, I was trying to see her enough while she was still around. I think there is a cultural difference here. Asian girls know full well that they are doing the job of your girlfriend or wife, and they don't hesitate to do the full spectrum of work unless they are very inexperienced or they are born here. Other girls, especially younger ones, here feel that doing that will give you wrong ideas and may result in stalking. So I won't book girls here on Valentine unless I know them well enough to end well, or I would pay somebody enough to make sure it's a memorial occasion.

After I satisfied my crush on her body, I didn't linger for long. I did see her once more when she visited my town independently. Now, I have good reasons to believe somebody knows my ID, the owner of this blog. Out of nowhere, this girl asked me to go shopping with her. Why? It would be a total waste of time if you ask random clients to go shopping.  She could have known that I was willing to spend a couple of hundreds to make it worth her time.

But as good as her body was, she talks like a tourist guide sometimes. More, her jeans are wrong and her heels are wrong. That day, if she was in short shorts and platform sandals, I would have overdrafted my bank to show her off in the mall. Yes, she looked that good and I didn't feel like babysitting going out with her. That's the last time I saw her. But I always wonder a girl that good looking should be turning up often and for longer. It was only recently that I discovered she settled down in San Fernando Valley all these years. How? She uses the same pictures that I kept as a souvenir; it was that good. And that's the reason I have no intention to see her again.

Wifeshare vs Rideshare

I'm not talking about wife swapping that sort of thing. I'm talking about some enterprising women who will perform some or all of the wife functions for you for a fee. Sounds familiar?

After some groundbreaking research corresponding to a few of the new wave of rideshare drivers, I can conclude that both professions have a lot in common. It's hard to say how many people have done wifeshare or understand it correctly. But anybody knows somebody who has done rideshare.

Almost anybody can do rideshare. You are your own boss and it's up to you how to treat your customers. The money is instant, almost right after the ride. You can pick your own hours and how long you want to work.

The money isn't bad, depending on locations. If you are willing to work more and in more risky locations, you can catch up with the best. But one thing drivers either dread or overlook is depreciation of the car. The depreciation curve is very deep initially that the standard mileage deduction misrepresents. You have to make it worthwhile if your car is relatively new. Because once you run up some mileage, your car isn't resellable any more.

Normally you cannot pick clients. If you don't want to take drunk, smelly passengers, you will be out of business very soon.

You can provide only exclusive limo style rides. But that's a constant struggle. You are competing with the other limo drivers with limited clientele.

As for the luxury sedan / SUV providers, they very often have to take whatever customers they have, rather than waiting idly for the better-paid ones. They are in it for the money, not sitting all day.

Now, does it really matters for customers getting from A to B what ride they are on? Not really, as long as they get to their end happily. The real picky ones and the wealthy ones will have their own cars or collections. They may need a ride once in a blue moon but they aren't the bread and butter types.

Some may feel better if the car looks nice, smell clean, and the driver is courteous. But few would refuse the ride when it arrives; it's more important to get to the endpoint when you need it. Also, the platforms make sure that information is not ideally available. You just have a poor profile picture to go on, with a general description of the ride and some dubious ratings.

Just like the movies

I was unwilling to talk about it. Last time I talked about it, it was like jinxed.

Margaret told me where she lived several dates ago. I saw her regularly, skipped a bit, then appeared suddenly. Just happened without any agenda. So I asked her if I can visit her when I am close. She gave me her number, woo hoo!

When the time comes, I texted her but there was absolutely no reply. I was a bit disappointed but there was no surprise. She wouldn't know who's calling and wouldn't remember giving out her number. Although she should; I was disappointed. I didn't remember why I opened Whatsapp, which automatically added my contacts who also have Whatsapp accounts.

So I created a 2nd "secret" Whatsapp account with my "secret" number. That wasn't trivial on the same phone that I detailed on the smartwatch blog. I added a profile picture with a little smoothing. Then I messaged her.

She replied nicely. And we set up a date at her place! But the problem was that it was right before Xmas. The date was on and off, on and off. One day she would call me to come. Then she had to cancel. Sometimes she would say a lot of nice things, but sometimes blunt.

I tried to keep calm and not angry. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. And I always remember what you get is what you pay for. If she has other priorities and has to bump me around, so be it. And also I finally figured why Chanel talked to me on the phone like an angel one day but very few words the next. She was using me to make her other regulars jealous when they were with her!

And I have the feeling that somebody figured out my ID, not my real name but like linking this to some accounts in, say, reddit. Somebody did, but I don't know how much they know.  For each handle you can link me to, I have another one that you can't. But I'm not 100% sure if Margaret or Caroline doesn't read my blogs, or if nobody tells them about me.  So I'm trying to be more positive, hehe.

Perhaps Margaret wasn't sure to invite me home, so my priority wasn't high. She would bump me for something else. Perhaps it was some sort of test. So I kept calm, kept giving her the benefit of the doubt. If we wasn't bounded over the years, for any other girl I would say, thank you and goodbye.

It was also some sort of paying it backward for Chanel. I treated her with respect, just like any other person. But still, I assume she would handle something better than me or other non-pros. Like relationships. When she opened up a bit I should have listened and tried to understand; we could have been married, LOL.

What do I have to lose? The worst is that she tried to fit me in between two clients but failed all the time. And since I am not paying sugar daddy money, I don't mind. Even if I had a really bad deal, she would come around sooner or later. Chanel isn't much better :-) So far, I had maybe 2 girls who wanted to charge me twice and treated me like shit. I didn't have time to turn one around but I got a lot out of her anyway. The other one I really had to dump her because she started piercing big time on her perfect body as if she knew that it would boil me over. Sorry that I wasted time on her.

It started before Xmas but she kept postponing until well after the new year. And the day turned out to be about the wettest of the season. Is it a coincidence or she read the weather report and knew it would be slow or she would have nothing else to do? Well, the benefit of the doubt.

I got there a lot early to survive the downpour and to scout the difficult downtown area. The apartment building has a decent front but the surrounding areas aren't promising. Constructions sites, run down old buildings, and lots of parking lots, public and private. The main thoroughfare is very busy with arenas and convention centers nearby. But the back lanes around the buildings are very narrow and unpromising.

Let me jump the gun here. The building is surprising nice like in the movies, but more likely on the other coast. Nice lobby. Everything inside is built like a hotel and clean like a hotel. Her apartment is small but very cute, fit for models and sugar babies or mistresses. More on that later.

The problem is, she has a doorman. If anybody doesn't know what the problem is, ask Donald. I couldn't have imagined it. I still haven't been to the other coast. When I parked at the front door and called her, she told me she saw me on the CCTV but I have to find parking myself. When I called her on the parking lot, she told me to go to the front door and tell the doorman that I'm the cable guy! She even told me what I'm going to fix in particular. What!!! Since she was serious I played along.

Why she didn't let me in privately through some backdoor? Why she didn't let me in to park inside? Then I think they may have strict security rules like that. Or else I will be worried about any single young girl living alone like that. Then I think she deliberately wants her guy to recognize me so I won't do anything stupid or dangerous.

But why I have to be the cable guy? Seriously? Do I look like a cable guy? OMG. Fortunately, I ain't easy to be offended. And I am not. Perhaps a little bit. OK, I don't look like her uncle or any relatives. And I ain't young and hip enough to be her boyfriend. Can I just be a friend or a colleague visiting? OK, it's 9pm but still, in this day and age, do you need some excuses for a guy to visit a single girl?

Will the doorman believe it? Of course not. But why bother to tell him anything? Maybe she needs some acceptable excuses for the neighbors and family members just in case.

The good thing is, she isn't doing incall in her apartment like a hotel. It wouldn't work if men are walking up to her apartment every hour if only on occasions. So I feel a little privileged, or stupid enough. It works for me either way.

And I don't think she has a steady live-in boyfriend or regular sugar daddy visiting her there. A lot of things won't make sense if this is the case. It's even better if she has; it would be tricky and risky to fit me in like that. But that doesn't mean that she is an angle outside of her apartment. I wouldn't know what she's up to that day. She told me she was very busy that day, gym, bank, errands; she will see me if she manages all that.

All that bumping was worth it. It really looks like her own place just as I imagined. It looked like a hotel suite but with everything like a washing machine, kitchenette, closets and a nice view of the surrounding downtown area, and the tall buildings not so far away. And the bed is decent sized. She keeps it clean like a hotel and I haven't seen any clusters even though she said she likes to cook.

And I didn't tease her for putting on some atmosphere music for me. When I first met her she brought her boom box along for incalls. And it was like boom, boom, boom all the way during sex. I joked about to bring my own soundtrack and she was offended. I don't think it's love songs but at least it wasn't hip hop, rock or dance music; you can't do that while making love.

I didn't know what she had done earlier. Maybe she saw through me and tried to compensate for bumping me around. After all the kissing, licking and sucking, she offered the flat-iron/spread-eagle or whatever you call it. My favorite. Or maybe she wasn't too keen for the missionary DFK, LOL. I would think she should have used to it by now!

Thank you. I hopped on for the ride and she could take it well. Then I pounded on her to my heart's desire. And after that, for the 1st time, we had serious cuddling after. She was on top of me, holding me, small talking, and wasn't trying to hide her face. Or I should say she doesn't want to see you face to face when her makeup isn't perfect anymore. But the dimmer lighting in her own room helps her to be more confident.

It was worth all the trouble after all. It could have been much worse. On my way out, I greeted the doorman by a slight nod. He responded a little just because I was looking at him and nodded at him. He didn't have the enthusiasm when I entered. I knew he didn't believe it. Of course, nobody would.

That would have been the end of the story for a while but she called me just less than a week after. She texted me on the number she gave me personally but never replied. We had been using Whatsapp. She was doing incall closer to where I live.

What? I just fixed her cable TV less than 7 days ago. What does she expect? A billionaire? Then I think the number isn't her personal number after all, but her screener. Since I still haven't got the next paycheck, I declined very carefully after an hour or two, assuming any of them could have called. Later that evening, I messaged her via Whatsapp to explain, and telling her to call me any time after my paycheck is cleared.

And she did. I'm in trouble - good kind of trouble. This time, the doorman was talking maybe her girlfriend and didn't answer her call. So she changed and walked down to open the door for me. The doorman teased her, "cable broken again?" It was awkward as she was expecting that the doorman won't be there and she could let me in in stealth. I wanted to text her that the doorman was there but it was too late.

She was wearing something casual, thin and lose but she exposed her awesome mid-section. In my mind, she was the same pretty school girl that I met a couple of years ago. But she was more like a full-blown stripper now. I was trying to tell her that to compliment her given a suitable chance. She still has the perfect school girl breast and waist but her body is fuller and probably sexier. At the reunion, I accidentally told her that she was bigger than I remembered. But then I kept telling her that she looks the same.

When we were alone in the lift, I couldn't help but put my hands on her exposed skin. But she ducked and reminded me of the CCTV. I wonder if the doorman was watching.

This was plain sailing this time. Once inside, I gave her a little kiss and held her lightly, like old friends or regular boyfriends. But not exactly plain sailing. I was late for a few minutes because of parking problems. She texted me if I was almost soon because she had plans later. What?! 

What plans can you have? Another client back to back? Should I be happier that I come first? How do I know if you have another plan before me? I don't. You said you were free and that's the time you picked. And I never went overtime and always punctual. That's professional. If you invite me home like friends with compensation, at least be professional about it.

The pros never make you feel rushed. They don't tell you they are short of time unless they are late already. If they don't have time to clean up and freshen up, they will jump into the bathtub with you to save time, giving you the wrong idea. 

But I think she wasn't confident enough. She was defensive in case I disrespect her and her time. OK, maybe someone faked on her earlier and she bumped me up the queue. But that's unlikely with her doorman and that it's difficult to move around town give a short time.   

This time I plotted for an Italian and she wasn't at all concerned. I think it's called camel slide also. I didn't even need lubrication after eating her out big time. I put my hand under her body on her small chest and slide away. This was the birth control with my little girlfriends a long time ago. I was pretty sure why the Italians did it.

I was prepared to cum all over her booty, her pussy, and her bed. But since I was holding it well, maybe next time. I let her blew me to the edge and asked if I could cum inside. She politely declined but offered some compromise that I didn't bother to understand. I rolled her over, straighten her leg and ironed her flat on the bed. It was so intense that she could moan aloud realistically (really?).

When we were cuddling, I brought up the stripping thing. I asked if she could dance, the pole type. She was positive. I complimented her body and asked if she ever stripped. No, she said. But she got the job once, even showing me her cute stripper shoes!

She said those clients ask for sex anyway. And she is already doing it. I would say that it's a lot of work with little money dancing for tips compared to escorting. You might ask for more for the VIP room but the whole setup can't deliver that many clients who want everything inside. If you have enough escort clients you are better off just escorting.

So we kissed goodbye gently but she wanted a big hug also. Again the doorman was very enthusiastic while challenging her but didn't acknowledge my presence when I walked out alone. I don't see how it could work if she has other men going in and out.

So we were talking about me bringing costumes and props next time. Work overalls and toolbox. Isn't that new?