I believe many would had one
. But at the same time, I find that sadly and unfairly, moments like these are specifically a one-off thing and then forever gone unseen.
Before I begin, let's us not also forget the age old disclaimer of respect: I do not consider any W/Ls, at the very least from the basis from personal preferences of selection - should be treated or seen any more 'superior' than another W/L of past encounters. Even though each is simply a case of one-off forever moment, I cherished a truly absorbing and intelligent liaison with Rachel @ City West, as do I also remembered the ever radiant smiles of Chloe Am @ Langtrees (my actual review is still not up), the words and compliments from Armada @ Langtrees, or simply in the blissful act of it all - Sophie @ Casey for being my very first ever sucessful caucasian W/L encounter, and all the way to Chilli @ City West - for being the lady I never thought I'd be in a match for the bedroom acts either in my head or in reality; she was really, that profound.
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So who has caught my attention for quite (sorely) some time before giving up? Jordan @ Casey's.
It all began on a quiet late Sunday easter afternoon. Just one special encounter with a hint of future communication. Something in slight commonality perhaps; especially when the session started with her playing some chilled downtempo in the background. One of the songs that I knew for sure behind my head I swore I heard before,
(and recently, thank God, that I finally found it .) There's just something about making out in the middle of a quiet music. It certainly doesn't make up a 'hot' atmosphere we all anticipate - but certainly one thing - it did make the whole session quite somehow, I don't know how to put it
- somewhat personal. Yes, I certainly know my own limits of how I perceive a service as 'personal' - but this one was certainly not another fantasy romp and called that an end of the day - if anything - the whole 45 minutes literally stopped me in my tracks. It was completely unexpected.
...And so, in our precious last dozen of minutes we conversed with a lot of things with music. As in turns out, as I perceived - she is as affluent in her way of speaking as to also how otherworldly attractive she is from the outside. As from where I shared (a little) of what I do on the side - as a hobbyst DJ/ hobbyst set composer (that reaching towards a decade old); she was without a doubt, yet another lady I would never thought I would be in arms with in reality; not even one in a million chance.
Or at least, I do not concretely believe in physical translation of dreams and miracles, as I have been raised (and rigorously lives through) a way of life that has proven me a fact that dreams are only nothing more than fragmented pieces of utopian beliefs and false gratifications.
…And so the rest was history. I gave my personal contact card to her, and then asking for feedbacks to my self-promo site. She even handed out her iphone and told me to enter the exact URL in her memo...so she didn't forget it.
"That as they say, is it."
Days and weeks passed by, I've
never heard a word back, none. ever.
And what's worse, when I surely wanted to see her again; well - throughout my multiple (three times) next visits to Casey's and whenever I gently raised her name brought nothing but blank expressions on all distant faces in front of me. Both day, and night. The other ladies even mentioned/claimed they only have ever saw her once.
She just simply vanished away like the fairy dust. Maybe everything was simply just a figment of imagination of my head all along? Maybe it was all an illusion.
Life can be cruel at times
.
What I learned from this
This 'hobby' is not for everyone, nor is it for the emotionally fragile as such. In the midst of our hectic daily lives you recollect and pick yourself up again by seeking instant gratifications. Seeking the services of beautiful W/Ls is like buying a return ticket off a blind holiday destination. You continuously take cues from the other person how they feel about you, at times it's a gamble, and also at times, you have the chance to pre-calculate your success by way of intuition.
I may dare to say that some of us men, including myself are weak in some or if not; in many aspects. But on the other side of the coin, I take whatever mental and verbal cues, messages, and sayings as much as I can in every encounter; such as the way she compliments you that no one else have ever thought of; not even those of your work or family or even circle of friends. These are simply real, spoken words to me that has kept me strong, and personally re-collected in tough times.
As such ever since the above scenario on that Sunday afternoon I've kept a small journal of every collection of unique compliments I receive from any memorable encounter/s.
I believe I have said this multiple times; but I believe there is no better remedy for a man's down on hisluck than having to hear words and compliments from a beautiful lady; especially when he himself struggles to make his own mark in society. There is a quote I read from somewhere that goes like this:
"Nothing beats the blues away than seeing a beautiful lady you've never, ever seen before."
So in short, let's take that a step further - spoken words are memories themselves too, no
?
