I never ever thought that I would to be able to take a woman out on a date who was exactly my type anytime soon. She had her boobs done, nails done, an amazing BBL, fake long nails, lip fillers and Botox work done on her face. She was everything that I was looking for in a woman.
One Friday night at 1:55 AM, I was leaving a club and driving out of a parking lot. I unexpectedly get a phone call from woman who I’ve been trying to date for years. It was one of the most random phone calls that I’ve ever gotten. She was asking me what I was doing. I was asking her why she’s calling me at almost 2 am in the morning. To summarize the dialogue of our conversation on the phone in short form, We set up a date for us to meet.
The following week on the night of our date, I texted her that I was on my way to the agreed upon location at the agreed time. She texts me back to meet her at a different spot and a different time. I wish she told me beforehand that she wanted to go somewhere else but whatever.
So I arrive to the new location, went inside and I see her and unexpectedly her female friend. I hug her, sat beside her and introduced myself to her friend. As soon as I saw her friend, I instinctively had my guard up; I didn’t want to be a sucker to get invited to a bar just to pay for two women their tabs.
I said to her “You didn’t tell me that you were bringing somebody else…”
She said “Oh I didn’t know it was going to be a problem.”
I said “You should have told me so I can prepare myself.”
It was bit of a slight mood killer but we got past that quickly after an uninvited male guest came to our table and sat beside my date’s friend.
During the night, we did a lot of hugging, hand holding and had a few smooches here and there. Our thighs are touch each other. I was feeling her BBL booty from time to time; It looks so damn good. She said “Don’t touch me. I’m not a piece of meat and I play hard to get.”
She started a business and she gave me her business card. She was giving me a rate and I asked her “Are you client-zoning me?”
“Is this what you invited me for?”
She looked slightly offended. “Are you serious? You think I would get you to drive all the way here just to get you to be my client?”
She suggested that we split the bill of our drinks and shots between the both of us. I tipped the waitress 5 percent. She did not look happy with me. I wasn’t sure it was because I didn’t insist on paying both our tabs, because I didn’t the tip the waitress enough or both. We had a non-toxic argument and she was telling me that wanted to be alone now. I was truly heartbroken and because genuinely enjoyed my time with her. I gave her a long warm hug and kissed her on the cheek because I really didn’t want to leave.
To conclude and as a self-assessment, I think me messing around with strippers and escorts has got me vigilant about women trying to take me for granted but for the worst. I was using the same guards that I use when I meet sex workers for dating and I think that is what came back to bite me in the ass.
Ever since I acquainted myself with sex workers, I get vigilant about women trying to take advantage of me.
One Friday night at 1:55 AM, I was leaving a club and driving out of a parking lot. I unexpectedly get a phone call from woman who I’ve been trying to date for years. It was one of the most random phone calls that I’ve ever gotten. She was asking me what I was doing. I was asking her why she’s calling me at almost 2 am in the morning. To summarize the dialogue of our conversation on the phone in short form, We set up a date for us to meet.
The following week on the night of our date, I texted her that I was on my way to the agreed upon location at the agreed time. She texts me back to meet her at a different spot and a different time. I wish she told me beforehand that she wanted to go somewhere else but whatever.
So I arrive to the new location, went inside and I see her and unexpectedly her female friend. I hug her, sat beside her and introduced myself to her friend. As soon as I saw her friend, I instinctively had my guard up; I didn’t want to be a sucker to get invited to a bar just to pay for two women their tabs.
I said to her “You didn’t tell me that you were bringing somebody else…”
She said “Oh I didn’t know it was going to be a problem.”
I said “You should have told me so I can prepare myself.”
It was bit of a slight mood killer but we got past that quickly after an uninvited male guest came to our table and sat beside my date’s friend.
During the night, we did a lot of hugging, hand holding and had a few smooches here and there. Our thighs are touch each other. I was feeling her BBL booty from time to time; It looks so damn good. She said “Don’t touch me. I’m not a piece of meat and I play hard to get.”
She started a business and she gave me her business card. She was giving me a rate and I asked her “Are you client-zoning me?”
“Is this what you invited me for?”
She looked slightly offended. “Are you serious? You think I would get you to drive all the way here just to get you to be my client?”
She suggested that we split the bill of our drinks and shots between the both of us. I tipped the waitress 5 percent. She did not look happy with me. I wasn’t sure it was because I didn’t insist on paying both our tabs, because I didn’t the tip the waitress enough or both. We had a non-toxic argument and she was telling me that wanted to be alone now. I was truly heartbroken and because genuinely enjoyed my time with her. I gave her a long warm hug and kissed her on the cheek because I really didn’t want to leave.
To conclude and as a self-assessment, I think me messing around with strippers and escorts has got me vigilant about women trying to take me for granted but for the worst. I was using the same guards that I use when I meet sex workers for dating and I think that is what came back to bite me in the ass.
Ever since I acquainted myself with sex workers, I get vigilant about women trying to take advantage of me.
There are plenty of fish in the sea. I wouldn't spend anymore time with her after this date. 
