About 30 years ago, I was just divorced, living in Newport Beach, California, a dashing handsome youngster of apx 35 years, good job, good paycheck, cool car, rented a cool house with ocean view, 6 foot, muscular but not too much, svelte, no fat gym rat, with smashing attire and the gift of gab.
Getting dates n g/f's was no problem.
I was a well traveled about town ladies man, so was my best bud, and we visited numerous clubs in the Long Beach area on weekend nights, we usually were successful in all night pick ups perhaps 1 out of 3 visits if we were lucky and the stars aligned correctly. Often girls would give us their phone numbers, we accepted them graciously and left them on the sinks in the nightclub johns, maybe some other guy would take a chance, lol, yea, we were evil
......we were looking for instant gratifications, not g/f's....
I never had problems in getting g/f's, one night pickups or whatever, my only foolish error was in getting married for 7 years. Young guys....be very very careful about this...it can be heaven or it can be hell, and in the USA your odds are less than 50%...
I had only experienced pay for play once, a small company I years before worked for when I was living in Miami was purchased by a larger moneyed company and the owner, a technical computer genius became a millionaire overnight as per their agreement. At the time, we had about 5 salespeople, he rented a limo stocked with champagne and other enjoyables it's best I don't describe, and we headed to a high class brothel.
He paid for it all, planned it all, and we had no idea he had this in mind, we thought it was just going to be a night of eating, drinking, enjoying first class natural herb and snorting...it was the 80's and we were in Miami at the time...So in my defense, at the time, I was dating my future wife, b/f g/f, and no conversations of marriage yet, I did not feel guilty, after all, I didn't plan it.
Getting back on point, and fast forward to one fateful night in Long Beach, Cali, early 90's, me and my fellow libertine (look that one up if you're from central or north Florida) the rest of you know what I mean, we were headed home apx 3:00 am, and in spite of our Don Juanish natures...we struck out once again...
the nightclub's john was littered with little pieces of paper and girls names and numbers, lol.
if you've ever been to or lived in California, you know what I mean, it was an eerie night, heavy fog had drifted in and you couldn't see but barely 10 feet at best in front of your car, I was driving and we somehow drifted off PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) and found ourselves on a parallel road in industrial Long Beach. My Nissan Maxima had an electronic compass on the dash, it indicated we were still headed south, so we reluctantly carried on, it wasn't a hood, just an industrial drive.
All of a sudden we passed a parking lot, a little local bar was there, maybe a dozen gorgeous Asian girls standing around talking in skimpy outfits, it was apx. 3:00 a.m and the bar apparently just closed. We looked at each other, two horny horn dawgs who had been working the ladies all night to no avail, "Did you see what I saw??" we almost said to each other in unison...
Normally I'm a reasonably careful driver, but my 200 hp Maxima spun tires and drifted into the opposite direction, into the parking lot we went. Turns out they were Cambodian hoes, and this was an immigrant Cambodian hood, and the little bar was a Cambodian bar, the mens all were headed home.
I had never met a Cambodian woman, perhaps John Kerry could tell me about them (I wonder how many will get this joke) but we liked what we saw and the offer was $50 for a fkkkn and a skkkn and all night stay, we had $50 plus each in our pockets and our juniors were making the decisions, we picked out our two faves and off to my Newport Beach pad we went.
The girls were chatty, spoke broken English, and fun, besides gorgeous, tight bods, clean n sexy, they more than earned that $50 each, and come sunup, we took them back and dropped them off and headed home...Chesterfield satisfied. You young uns probably won't get that joke either...
That night I became a monger...a meager blown $50 vs standing around a crowded bar for hours with sweaty obnoxious other dudes, competing for the best racks of lamb, turning on your charm and getting turned down repeatedly and only occasionally getting lucky, putting on your coolest clothes and blowing your $100 an oz cologne and driving home frustrated, disappointed and horn dawg horny as hell at 3:00 am with drunks and cops prowling the streets....yea, me and my bud were sold on the concept, plus take them home and no 5 day later call, "you FF^%$*'ing bastard, I thought you said you were going to call me again!!!"
Later, another friend introduced us to Tijuana, and between the two, those nightclub men's rooms never saw another crumpled up piece of paper with a girls name and number again. Sometimes when I see handsome young guys down here I wonder what the hell they're doing, then I remember those Long Beach nights and Tijuana weekends...
Welcome, youngsters, I can't blame ya, my only advice is to still occasionally work your charm and make your efforts on gorgeous N. American women. You'll still occasionally get lucky and there will come a time you won't be able to, lol. Have fun!!!
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