Ginger

I met her at my hotel lobby as usual and she was very statuesque. At first I wasn't sure it was her because the hairdo on the picture she had emailed earlier was different and her pic had the face at an angle. Luckily I recognized the tatoo on her ankle. We went upstairs at the restaurant located on the top floor, which revolves around so we got to see the whole town from above. We had some pretty good chemistry, talked about my hometown, the show Sopranos, and her job as a hairdresser to various local actors. I think she enjoyed my slight New York accent and mannerisms.
We didn't meet for another 2 weeks, as she was scheduled for boob surgery the following day. The surgeon did a great job, as I found out later. She did everything. 6 months later I find out, by luck, that she turned professional escort, with her own website and reviews on TER, i.e. the whole nine yards.
I was looking for a sugar baby, not a prostitute, so I cancelled our next date. She replied "Well we didn't have chemistry anyway". Bullshit! And, of course, she really liked the money I gave her. Go figure! What a waste of time that was.

Janette

We met at a restaurant/pub for a casual lunch. She was attracted to me, as I could tell by the body language and the looks she was giving me. But she also mentioned casually that she was getting a master's degree in psychology from a local college, and her research topic was Craigslist. She also told me that she wants me to be rough with her in bed. Wow, talkng about a woman being upfront.
We set up a meeting for the next day to get to know each other better, but she never showed. Didn;t answer any emails either. Which makes me believe that I was one of her research subjects.
She definitely needs to see a psychologist!

Okie

I met Courtney, originally from Oklahoma, in the lobby of my hotel. I saw her walking in and she asked the hotel's receptionist if she can come in she just needs to meet someone. How embarassing. In hotels usually you just walk in, no questions asked.
Anyway, she certainly had the Oklahoman accent. This was just a one time encounter, even though she was a nice person. A bit too spaced out for my taste (and a bit of body odor as well)

All dressed up and nowhere to go part 2

I have my laptop with me and the hotel room has an internet connection so I am having all kinds of solitary fun, but still no meaningful replies to my ad. I am listening to old Johny Cash songs on utube, browsing craigslist, and looking at old emails. Just missed one from my old boss who is in town as well for a conference, and wants to meet for a drink. Missed that email and now he is gone too! Too bad, he is always good for few laughs. I am also sipping some scotch (my favorite drink) from the hotel bar and feeling sorry for myself. Hopefully my luck will turn over the next couple of days.

Brazilian again

I hadn't seen the Brazilian beauty since we had broken up. A couple of months later while I was boxing one Saturday morning at the gym, I hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around and it was the Brazilian talking to the trainer. What a coincidence. I emailed her a couple of days later, and we talked about getting back together. I said that I can't offer gifts anymore, just my looks and personality. She said that's not enough! She likes me plus the gifts.
And then they say that men are animals!!

All dressed up and nowhere to go

I am sitting in my hotel room on a friday night, with no prospects of any kind of action or meeting anyone tonight. How lame, and I feel depressed! Sure, it is a nice hotel room, at the Hyatt Regency downtown, but a I am quite bored. I was supposed to meet one my local favorites and a friend of hers for a 3 some. But her friend who hasn't done anything like this before backed out last minute, so no luck. And I didn't feel like meeting the other one just by herself. Then I call up Mona, she is sick with a fever. I am meeting Malone on Sunday for a drink, but probably just for business. She wants some advice on investments. And the sexual aspect of the relationship is in the past now anyway, so I am ambivalent about whether I want to push it. I will post updates, but is looking like a quiet weekend. Maybe I'll just go to the gym. On my cab ride to the hotel I passed by Ziggi's grill and they had a sign 'Pasture grazed organic eggs from a local farm' WTF? Chickens don't graze in pastures, cows do. How fucked up is this. I am in one of those moods where any little thing can just set me off. And it's father's day weekend away from the family. Bummer.
I know: I will put an ad on craigslist for this weekend, maybe something will turn up. I am craving for a black girl.