Wednesday, April 7

I had a brief and weird appointment this morning with a 30-something businessman. He was evidently nervous and had indicated he was worried I was a cop in our last email. I told him that if he didn't feel comfortable, he could certainly cancel. But he didn't. He probably should have.

I've never in my life had a problem making conversation with anyone, but this guy was something else entirely. Practically all my attempts at engaging chit chat were met with one word responses. It was a bit unnerving, I must admit. He asked me some questions, but didn't really seem all that interested in my responses. Once in the hotel room, there was some dull kissing and groping of me, he got undressed, then I gave him a blowjob. I was rather astonished when during the blowjob he asked me if I'd stick a finger up his bum. Nothing about him struck me as the creative sort, that's for sure. And then, "Can I pop more than once?" I stopped the ministrations long enough to inform him that if he thought he could, then sure thing. (Pop? Who says that?!)

However, when I was through with that and reclining next to him, again attempting (god only knows why) to talk vs. lying there staring at the ceiling, he suddenly says, "Well, I guess I'm all set." I thought he meant ready for his second "pop," so I looked down at his flaccid manhood. He notices my glance and says, "Oh, I meant all set with this." Hmmmph. OK..... Next thing I know, he springs up and is dressed before I can even find my shirt to put back on.

We were there in the hotel room for maybe 20 minutes, if that. I certainly don't expect to hear from this one again. Oh well, can't win 'em all, I s'pose.