Shout Out To Punters... Your Best & Your Worst Bookings...

[Celeste_SJ]

Hey Punters,

I read a terrible experience one punter posted about online tonight.... a few days ago, I read a rave review about a Langtrees escort, and the difference between the two reviews makes it hard to fathom the punters are reviewing the same kind of service. So that got me thinking... what is your best and what is your worst booking of all time?

 

[Mr G]

Hey Punters,

I read a terrible experience one punter posted about online tonight.... a few days ago, I read a rave review about a Langtrees escort, and the difference between the two reviews makes it hard to fathom the punters are reviewing the same kind of service. So that got me thinking... what is your best and what is your worst booking of all time?

I went to a house in Morley. The lady opened the door showed me into a room, chatted in mandarin on the phone and then told me to leave and that they were too busy. I had made an appointment. Maybe it was because I’m old

 

[Bigmick]

Best sex would be ex Thai girlfriend. Current Thai girlfriend. And a little Indonesian young lady I met when travelling who surprised the hell out of me about how good she was.

Bad sessions. Too many bait and switches when not listening to brain and instead followed the lead from my cock.

 

[Wooper]

Worst tends to be brothels and massage shops that’s an absolute cover for a brothel as you feel like you’re being charged just to walk in and the service feels the most disconnected, also can’t stand the fake porn star act ladies in brothels do, just be real

 

[Phoebe]

Hey Punters,

I read a terrible experience one punter posted about online tonight.... a few days ago, I read a rave review about a Langtrees escort, and the difference between the two reviews makes it hard to fathom the punters are reviewing the same kind of service. So that got me thinking... what is your best and what is your worst booking of all time?

People go to Stiletto in Sydney which is Australia's best parlor thinking they are going to fucked into next year, because they are paying over $600 for a service but I have read some horrid stories there and know people in Sydney who can tell them also, however you can come out of there and drive along the road to Paramatta and see many other neon signed places, and get a lady that can actually fuck you not only into next year but the next decade for a fee of $150 instead... thems is why its called punting..

There are too many variables in this industry that can make/break a booking, you can be sitting there in Langtrees lounge speaking to a Victoria secrets look alike and be nearly cumming in your pants, walk up pay for two hours and within 10 minutes of that booking you can longer cum as the mood has shifted from I am cumming to I am grabbing my panties and high tailing outta here, the same as above Paragraph.

A lady who has great reviews could be all fake/ if they are real she could be having an off day, she could be about to get her period and faces bloating, etc so she doesn't really put in the same amount of effort, the same for the guy he is all excited to meet a well reviewed lady and well gets her on this day, he could of waited till after her period and got a lady that has turned back into the Nympho the reviews states she is.

Plus lets look at clients, drunk too much booze over there at crown, took to many chemicals same deal, can get it up but it doesn't stay up so like some men blames her for that, and writes a dud review but hey fails to look in the mirror himself, there are too many variables here, also today with the way the world is a client or even an escort during the downtime between sessions while people speak, says a few things the other doesn't think is right changes the whole mood and flow of that wonderful experience. eg I think Australia should slow down migrant intake the escort says, and doesn't realize the client is one himself and vice versa...

The normal one that ruins bookings from the outset is you discuss what you want as a client, go to a room and she places you in the shower then comes back and starts up-selling, thinking client is all ready to go he can't think with both heads and hits him for another 100 this 50 that deal, and he pays and afterwards he has buyers remorse when he has spent his fuel money to get home...

Plus the lady herself could be turned on in the lounge with client and her gusset is filling with her sweet scent and feminine juices but she sees him naked and thinks how the cluck can a 6'6 man have such a tiny dick and tap suddenly turns off and she starts thinking about what chores she needs to do at home or did she lock the front door.. and just goes through the clinical motions to get that john outta the Chanel suite and in to his chariot and she can have a few smokes and a several coffees to get over that penile shock... or lack there of...

Too many variables here sorry to say on both sides of the coin... Punting is like owning a Ford you know you wnat to drive to heaven but you don't know if you will make it there......

 

[Channelle]

Obviously my worst was my never to be forgiven non - honouring of my booking at LTs.

But worst ... perhaps rather unexpected ...

Visited an AMP, one of the girls had taken her cat to work to look after, unbeknown to me.

Booking started, arranged to massage the girl first as I often do.
Dim lighting, 10 mins in, massaging away, paddling around in bare feet on the carpet.
At head of table leaning over, everything feeling soo nice ...
... and my toes started squelching into slimey gooey stuff on the floor.

Turns out the cat had overeaten, had been in the room, thrown up it's food everywhere in the darkness, and I found it.
Beautiful.

It's fair to say the mood was irretrievably broken.

 

[Phoebe]

Obviously my worst was my never to be forgiven non - honouring of my booking at LTs.

But worst ... perhaps rather unexpected ...

Visited an AMP, one of the girls had taken her cat to work to look after, unbeknown to me.

Booking started, arranged to massage the girl first as I often do.
Dim lighting, 10 mins in, massaging away, paddling around in bare feet on the carpet.
At head of table leaning over, everything feeling soo nice ...
... and my toes started squelching into slimey gooey stuff on the floor.

Turns out the cat had overeaten, had been in the room, thrown up it's food everywhere in the darkness, and I found it.
Beautiful.

It's fair to say the mood was irretrievably broken.

Thanks I needed a laugh today.... I read that 3 times and still laughed so hard... Thanks for that... so funny...

 

[Slugger1]

Obviously my worst was my never to be forgiven non - honouring of my booking at LTs.

But worst ... perhaps rather unexpected ...

Visited an AMP, one of the girls had taken her cat to work to look after, unbeknown to me.

Booking started, arranged to massage the girl first as I often do.
Dim lighting, 10 mins in, massaging away, paddling around in bare feet on the carpet.
At head of table leaning over, everything feeling soo nice ...
... and my toes started squelching into slimey gooey stuff on the floor.

Turns out the cat had overeaten, had been in the room, thrown up it's food everywhere in the darkness, and I found it.
Beautiful.

It's fair to say the mood was irretrievably broken.

That puts a whole new slant on Pussy squirting

 

[Celeste_SJ]

People go to Stiletto in Sydney which is Australia's best parlor thinking they are going to fucked into next year, because they are paying over $600 for a service but I have read some horrid stories there and know people in Sydney who can tell them also, however you can come out of there and drive along the road to Paramatta and see many other neon signed places, and get a lady that can actually fuck you not only into next year but the next decade for a fee of $150 instead... thems is why its called punting..

There are too many variables in this industry that can make/break a booking, you can be sitting there in Langtrees lounge speaking to a Victoria secrets look alike and be nearly cumming in your pants, walk up pay for two hours and within 10 minutes of that booking you can longer cum as the mood has shifted from I am cumming to I am grabbing my panties and high tailing outta here, the same as above Paragraph.

A lady who has great reviews could be all fake/ if they are real she could be having an off day, she could be about to get her period and faces bloating, etc so she doesn't really put in the same amount of effort, the same for the guy he is all excited to meet a well reviewed lady and well gets her on this day, he could of waited till after her period and got a lady that has turned back into the Nympho the reviews states she is.

Plus lets look at clients, drunk too much booze over there at crown, took to many chemicals same deal, can get it up but it doesn't stay up so like some men blames her for that, and writes a dud review but hey fails to look in the mirror himself, there are too many variables here, also today with the way the world is a client or even an escort during the downtime between sessions while people speak, says a few things the other doesn't think is right changes the whole mood and flow of that wonderful experience. eg I think Australia should slow down migrant intake the escort says, and doesn't realize the client is one himself and vice versa...

The normal one that ruins bookings from the outset is you discuss what you want as a client, go to a room and she places you in the shower then comes back and starts up-selling, thinking client is all ready to go he can't think with both heads and hits him for another 100 this 50 that deal, and he pays and afterwards he has buyers remorse when he has spent his fuel money to get home...

Plus the lady herself could be turned on in the lounge with client and her gusset is filling with her sweet scent and feminine juices but she sees him naked and thinks how the cluck can a 6'6 man have such a tiny dick and tap suddenly turns off and she starts thinking about what chores she needs to do at home or did she lock the front door.. and just goes through the clinical motions to get that john outta the Chanel suite and in to his chariot and she can have a few smokes and a several coffees to get over that penile shock... or lack there of...

Too many variables here sorry to say on both sides of the coin... Punting is like owning a Ford you know you wnat to drive to heaven but you don't know if you will make it there......

Thanks for such an honest reply about what can go wrong, so well written and with a little bit of humour... Punting is like owning a Ford; you know you want to drive to heaven, but don't know if you will make it there, which made me laugh. I hope you make it to heaven more often than you're left on the side of the road, wondering how to get there!

 

[Celeste_SJ]

Obviously my worst was my never to be forgiven non - honouring of my booking at LTs.

But worst ... perhaps rather unexpected ...

Visited an AMP, one of the girls had taken her cat to work to look after, unbeknown to me.

Booking started, arranged to massage the girl first as I often do.
Dim lighting, 10 mins in, massaging away, paddling around in bare feet on the carpet.
At head of table leaning over, everything feeling soo nice ...
... and my toes started squelching into slimey gooey stuff on the floor.

Turns out the cat had overeaten, had been in the room, thrown up it's food everywhere in the darkness, and I found it.
Beautiful.

It's fair to say the mood was irretrievably broken.

Feet dipped in cat sick has to be one of the worst experiences ever... not quite the kind of experience from a pussy you were there for!

 

[Master Yoda]

Best & Worst? A Gentle Answer from an Old Jedi

Good question. I’ve read the raves and the horror stories too, and here’s my take—kind, simple, honest.

I don’t have a “best punt” in the way people keep score. The best ones were never about fireworks; they were about women who were too beautiful and too kind for me to turn into a rating. And as a rule, I’ve never put pen to paper about a bad punt. Maybe she had a rough day. Maybe I brought the wrong energy. Maybe I’m just fucken ugly. Either way, I won’t put a black mark on someone who shows up and tries.

There is one story I can share—without names. She’s still around, and she deserves her peace.

Back when muscles were more abundant and the wrinkles were not even thought of yet, there was a great one. Old BC forum days—some of you will remember. She was my second-ever review, and that write-up gave me a little following (which probably gives her away to you veterans). I lost count of how many times I saw her. She was that good. My first triple pop, more than once. And when she rode me just right… looking up at her was enough to tip me over. No theatre. No hype. Just chemistry and presence and the kind of timing you can’t fake. If there’s a hall of fame for moments, we had a few that belong behind glass. The chemistry was so strong she cancelled the legendary Doctor 46’s booking when she knew I was coming . He has still not forgiven me for this…

Seasons passed, and our planet lapped our star many times. I tried to recapture it. Against my better judgment, I booked again. She’s still gorgeous. I… am not the leaner, prettier version of me. And people change. The chemistry didn’t land like it used to. Not her fault. Not mine, either. Just time doing what time does. She did her job with grace. I left grateful—and a little heartbroken—because the last memory couldn’t hold a candle to the golden era we had. I grieved that. Still do.

The lesson I keep: sometimes perfect memories should be left in their frame. If the legend tries to recreate his glory days on stage… well, you’ve seen the “Arnold then vs now” pics. It isn’t unkind—it’s just honest. We honour what was by not bruising it with what isn’t.

For the gents:
My code is simple. Don’t post hit-jobs. Don’t haggle. Tip reception. Leave the room softer than you found it. And if you’re lucky enough to catch real chemistry, say thank you and carry that goodness back into your life. We’re not buying salvation. We’re renting a feeling. Name it, respect it, then walk out with your dignity intact.

For the ladies:
Thank you. For the patience, the craft, the read—you see our nerves before we do. The good ones changed my year, not just my night. I won’t name you, but I won’t forget any of you either.

So my “best” booking? A collection of kind women who made a complicated man feel human for an hour. My “worst”? The ones I won’t write about—because a single moment doesn’t define anybody.

Be water. Be decent. Tip well. And if you’ve got a perfect memory living rent-free in your head… maybe let it stay there, smiling, untouchable. That’s how heroes keep their legends. And how old blokes like me keep our hearts in one piece.

 

[Celeste_SJ]

Best & Worst? A Gentle Answer from an Old Jedi

Good question. I’ve read the raves and the horror stories too, and here’s my take—kind, simple, honest.

I don’t have a “best punt” in the way people keep score. The best ones were never about fireworks; they were about women who were too beautiful and too kind for me to turn into a rating. And as a rule, I’ve never put pen to paper about a bad punt. Maybe she had a rough day. Maybe I brought the wrong energy. Maybe I’m just fucken ugly. Either way, I won’t put a black mark on someone who shows up and tries.

There is one story I can share—without names. She’s still around, and she deserves her peace.

Back when muscles were more abundant and the wrinkles were not even thought of yet, there was a great one. Old BC forum days—some of you will remember. She was my second-ever review, and that write-up gave me a little following (which probably gives her away to you veterans). I lost count of how many times I saw her. She was that good. My first triple pop, more than once. And when she rode me just right… looking up at her was enough to tip me over. No theatre. No hype. Just chemistry and presence and the kind of timing you can’t fake. If there’s a hall of fame for moments, we had a few that belong behind glass. The chemistry was so strong she cancelled the legendary Dr 46’s booking when she knew I was coming . He has still not forgiven me for this…

Seasons passed, and our planet lapped our star many times. I tried to recapture it. Against my better judgment, I booked again. She’s still gorgeous. I… am not the leaner, prettier version of me. And people change. The chemistry didn’t land like it used to. Not her fault. Not mine, either. Just time doing what time does. She did her job with grace. I left grateful—and a little heartbroken—because the last memory couldn’t hold a candle to the golden era we had. I grieved that. Still do.

The lesson I keep: sometimes perfect memories should be left in their frame. If the legend tries to recreate his glory days on stage… well, you’ve seen the “Arnold then vs now” pics. (Insert them here; I’ll smile with you.) It isn’t unkind—it’s just honest. We honour what was by not bruising it with what isn’t.

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For the gents:
My code is simple. Don’t post hit-jobs. Don’t haggle. Tip reception. Leave the room softer than you found it. And if you’re lucky enough to catch real chemistry, say thank you and carry that goodness back into your life. We’re not buying salvation. We’re renting a feeling. Name it, respect it, then walk out with your dignity intact.

For the ladies:
Thank you. For the patience, the craft, the read—you see our nerves before we do. The good ones changed my year, not just my night. I won’t name you, but I won’t forget any of you either.

So my “best” booking? A collection of kind women who made a complicated man feel human for an hour. My “worst”? The ones I won’t write about—because a single moment doesn’t define anybody.

Be water. Be decent. Tip well. And if you’ve got a perfect memory living rent-free in your head… maybe let it stay there, smiling, untouchable. That’s how heroes keep their legends. And how old blokes like me keep our hearts in one piece.

Wow, Master Yoda, you're a true gentleman and I'm sure you're a favourite of many sex workers with a perspective like this. Thanks for such a raw and real answer that gives a little bit of insight into the experiences people have together behind closed doors.

 

[Master Yoda]

Wow, Master Yoda, you're a true gentleman and I'm sure you're a favourite of many sex workers with a perspective like this. Thanks for such a raw and real answer that gives a little bit of insight into the experiences people have together behind closed doors.

Thanks for the kindness, Celeste—and for everyone sharing their wins and train wrecks. For the record, I’m not the hero of this story; the women are. I’m just a bloke who learned that chemistry is borrowed, not owned. When it shows up, be grateful. When it doesn’t, be gentle. Same code as always: be clear, be clean, tip well, and leave the room softer than you found it.

If my “triple pop” nostalgia sounded like flexing, that’s on me. Truth is, time moved on and so did I. Respect to the past; more respect to the women showing up tonight.

 

[Master Yoda]

Obviously my worst was my never to be forgiven non - honouring of my booking at LTs.

But worst ... perhaps rather unexpected ...

Visited an AMP, one of the girls had taken her cat to work to look after, unbeknown to me.

Booking started, arranged to massage the girl first as I often do.
Dim lighting, 10 mins in, massaging away, paddling around in bare feet on the carpet.
At head of table leaning over, everything feeling soo nice ...
... and my toes started squelching into slimey gooey stuff on the floor.

Turns out the cat had overeaten, had been in the room, thrown up it's food everywhere in the darkness, and I found it.
Beautiful.

It's fair to say the mood was irretrievably broken.

“That’s the only kind of ‘pussy surprise’ no one ordered. I just clenched my toes reading it. Consider me cured of dim lighting for a week.

 

[Channelle]

And to be fair to the shop, I of course didn't lose it because of my beautiful nature, and lady was very apologetic and immediately offered to cancel the booking which I accepted before attending the cleanup.

After all, squelching ones toes into cat vomit in the midst of providing a relaxing massage - could happen to anyone.
Although am sort of waiting to hear just how many.

 

[Tania Smiley]

My worst booking (yes as a punter) was a WL who was so off the planet she was literally a total mess.
I spent the time talking to her, she was very traumatised from a booking the night before but had been forced to go to work.
She actually got some help and became a Langtrees lady for a while. I will never disclose whom and I haven't had contact in years

But damn, I sure didn't get what I paid for.. but things come back.

 

[2daysoff1]

For me what sounds like a bad start turned out to be the best.
In another city I had my first ever booking with a SW. Communication was great, quick and easy.

She was a VERY fit, lean, muscular girl and while we were in the shower she started doing chin ups on the shower curtain rail. Very impressive to watch but the shower rail objected and came crashing down on my head with her still attached. Well I saw stars (just like a tweety bird cartoon) and there was blood everywhere. We stopped and looked at each other till we realised it looked worse than it was.
The outcome? 8 amazing bookings over the next three years, lots of shower together but no more chin ups.

 

[Master Yoda]

For me what sounds like a bad start turned out to be the best.
In another city I had my first ever booking with a SW. Communication was great, quick and easy.

She was a VERY fit, lean, muscular girl and while we were in the shower she started doing chin ups on the shower curtain rail. Very impressive to watch but the shower rail objected and came crashing down on my head with her still attached. Well I saw stars (just like a tweety bird cartoon) and there was blood everywhere. We stopped and looked at each other till we realised it looked worse than it was.
The outcome? 8 amazing bookings over the next three years, lots of shower together but no more chin ups.

Now that is an original tale . Love it

 

[2daysoff1]

Best & Worst? A Gentle Answer from an Old Jedi

Good question. I’ve read the raves and the horror stories too, and here’s my take—kind, simple, honest.

I don’t have a “best punt” in the way people keep score. The best ones were never about fireworks; they were about women who were too beautiful and too kind for me to turn into a rating. And as a rule, I’ve never put pen to paper about a bad punt. Maybe she had a rough day. Maybe I brought the wrong energy. Maybe I’m just fucken ugly. Either way, I won’t put a black mark on someone who shows up and tries.

There is one story I can share—without names. She’s still around, and she deserves her peace.

Back when muscles were more abundant and the wrinkles were not even thought of yet, there was a great one. Old BC forum days—some of you will remember. She was my second-ever review, and that write-up gave me a little following (which probably gives her away to you veterans). I lost count of how many times I saw her. She was that good. My first triple pop, more than once. And when she rode me just right… looking up at her was enough to tip me over. No theatre. No hype. Just chemistry and presence and the kind of timing you can’t fake. If there’s a hall of fame for moments, we had a few that belong behind glass. The chemistry was so strong she cancelled the legendary Doctor 46’s booking when she knew I was coming . He has still not forgiven me for this…

Seasons passed, and our planet lapped our star many times. I tried to recapture it. Against my better judgment, I booked again. She’s still gorgeous. I… am not the leaner, prettier version of me. And people change. The chemistry didn’t land like it used to. Not her fault. Not mine, either. Just time doing what time does. She did her job with grace. I left grateful—and a little heartbroken—because the last memory couldn’t hold a candle to the golden era we had. I grieved that. Still do.

The lesson I keep: sometimes perfect memories should be left in their frame. If the legend tries to recreate his glory days on stage… well, you’ve seen the “Arnold then vs now” pics. It isn’t unkind—it’s just honest. We honour what was by not bruising it with what isn’t.

View attachment 246896

For the gents:
My code is simple. Don’t post hit-jobs. Don’t haggle. Tip reception. Leave the room softer than you found it. And if you’re lucky enough to catch real chemistry, say thank you and carry that goodness back into your life. We’re not buying salvation. We’re renting a feeling. Name it, respect it, then walk out with your dignity intact.

For the ladies:
Thank you. For the patience, the craft, the read—you see our nerves before we do. The good ones changed my year, not just my night. I won’t name you, but I won’t forget any of you either.

So my “best” booking? A collection of kind women who made a complicated man feel human for an hour. My “worst”? The ones I won’t write about—because a single moment doesn’t define anybody.

Be water. Be decent. Tip well. And if you’ve got a perfect memory living rent-free in your head… maybe let it stay there, smiling, untouchable. That’s how heroes keep their legends. And how old blokes like me keep our hearts in one piece.

Yeah the old memories. I remember reading something like "don't chase past memories or fantasies and don't meet your heros"
If you do you might find it's all true OR, if it's not you have lost the feeling or fantasy and you just have disappointment.
My fantasy ,in my post below, was sex with a female bodybuilder. I chased it, knowing it could go wrong, and achieved it. Was it worth it? She took my fantasy and litterally blew it out the window. What she did was better than I had imagined. Not just the sex but her personality added so much to the experience. I walked out with memories that exceeded any fantasy I'd had.

 

[Mrs Langtrees]

Obviously my worst was my never to be forgiven non - honouring of my booking at LTs.

But worst ... perhaps rather unexpected ...

Visited an AMP, one of the girls had taken her cat to work to look after, unbeknown to me.

Booking started, arranged to massage the girl first as I often do.
Dim lighting, 10 mins in, massaging away, paddling around in bare feet on the carpet.
At head of table leaning over, everything feeling soo nice ...
... and my toes started squelching into slimey gooey stuff on the floor.

Turns out the cat had overeaten, had been in the room, thrown up it's food everywhere in the darkness, and I found it.
Beautiful.

It's fair to say the mood was irretrievably broken.

Are you sure you can't forgive us?

 

[Obbie]

Best 2 i have would be Rugbymermaid and Annie in maida vale . Always a great visit and get treated more like a friend than a customer .

 

[Channelle]

Are you sure you can't forgive us?

Am pretty sure, and I'd so very much wanted to see just that 1 lady.
But moved on, found better and wont ever try again.

 

[Gerry1234]

Best bookings with Ally and Cherry at brothel Club 316 in North Perth two very beautiful Aussie girls their gave me the best service felt very happy and satisfied.

Worst booking was with escort Jade Green in Balcatta found her on escortsandbabes and ivysociete and on various sites thought I would try her out for a booking wasn't very impressed with her service she charges $300 for 30mins didn't free satisfied afterwards. She only took 20mins of the booking rate and ended it not good.
I won't be seeing her again. Definitely not moneys worth.

https://ivysociete.com/escorts/profile/jade-green

Will try Langtrees in the future have heard a lot of good things about them from my fellow friends.

 

[Shazaam]

A tease is essential in my opinion. No tease equals want money back. A tease make's a good booking.

 

[Gerry1234]

Worst booking was with escort Bella in Nollamarra.
I booked her for 30 minutes couples of months ago she reminded me 2 times in the session that time was going to be over soon and she is a clock watcher. Not satisfied with her service will not see her again.

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[ilovewomen]

Worst booking was with escort Bella in Nollamarra.
I booked her for 30 minutes couples of months ago she reminded me 2 times in the session that time was going to be over soon and she is a clock watcher. Not satisfied with her service will not see her again.

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Mine was the opposite experience, she gave the full time I paid for and made sure I cummed. My go to regular now as she knows what to do and looks great to me.

 

[droppinglo4ds]

Best would be in thailand, plenty of very good wild experiences there, nothing compares but if I was to limit it to Australia

- Lusy back in the day gave a great GFE, one of a kind there although I believe now shes not the same unfortunately. Used to see her every so often always great
- A lady from annameikas in armadale, very intimate experience unlike anything I have had before here in WA

worst would be a private from armadale, was just out of kelmscott heading to armadale on the RHS. Must of been in her 50's and was about as animated as a corpse or one that was one street back from rockingham foreshore in a private house.. they might of been sisters cos the experience was the same


Probably the best rooms would be Hany's in rockingham. its a good experience but they are pretty strict on the clock there.

 

[Rex Feral]

Best & Worst? A Gentle Answer from an Old Jedi

Good question. I’ve read the raves and the horror stories too, and here’s my take—kind, simple, honest.

I don’t have a “best punt” in the way people keep score. The best ones were never about fireworks; they were about women who were too beautiful and too kind for me to turn into a rating. And as a rule, I’ve never put pen to paper about a bad punt. Maybe she had a rough day. Maybe I brought the wrong energy. Maybe I’m just fucken ugly. Either way, I won’t put a black mark on someone who shows up and tries.

There is one story I can share—without names. She’s still around, and she deserves her peace.

Back when muscles were more abundant and the wrinkles were not even thought of yet, there was a great one. Old BC forum days—some of you will remember. She was my second-ever review, and that write-up gave me a little following (which probably gives her away to you veterans). I lost count of how many times I saw her. She was that good. My first triple pop, more than once. And when she rode me just right… looking up at her was enough to tip me over. No theatre. No hype. Just chemistry and presence and the kind of timing you can’t fake. If there’s a hall of fame for moments, we had a few that belong behind glass. The chemistry was so strong she cancelled the legendary Doctor 46’s booking when she knew I was coming . He has still not forgiven me for this…

Seasons passed, and our planet lapped our star many times. I tried to recapture it. Against my better judgment, I booked again. She’s still gorgeous. I… am not the leaner, prettier version of me. And people change. The chemistry didn’t land like it used to. Not her fault. Not mine, either. Just time doing what time does. She did her job with grace. I left grateful—and a little heartbroken—because the last memory couldn’t hold a candle to the golden era we had. I grieved that. Still do.

The lesson I keep: sometimes perfect memories should be left in their frame. If the legend tries to recreate his glory days on stage… well, you’ve seen the “Arnold then vs now” pics. It isn’t unkind—it’s just honest. We honour what was by not bruising it with what isn’t.

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For the gents:
My code is simple. Don’t post hit-jobs. Don’t haggle. Tip reception. Leave the room softer than you found it. And if you’re lucky enough to catch real chemistry, say thank you and carry that goodness back into your life. We’re not buying salvation. We’re renting a feeling. Name it, respect it, then walk out with your dignity intact.

For the ladies:
Thank you. For the patience, the craft, the read—you see our nerves before we do. The good ones changed my year, not just my night. I won’t name you, but I won’t forget any of you either.

So my “best” booking? A collection of kind women who made a complicated man feel human for an hour. My “worst”? The ones I won’t write about—because a single moment doesn’t define anybody.

Be water. Be decent. Tip well. And if you’ve got a perfect memory living rent-free in your head… maybe let it stay there, smiling, untouchable. That’s how heroes keep their legends. And how old blokes like me keep our hearts in one piece.

I know who you are talking about!Can visualise who she is, but just cannot remember her name for some reason. Had many great experiences, however Shirley from the Old better TBC days, was always a standout event!

 

[Master Yoda]

I know who you are talking about!Can visualise who she is, but just cannot remember her name for some reason. Had many great experiences, however Shirley from the Old better TBC days, was always a standout event!

Good to see someone here remembers the old times.

Shirley… yes.