How well do you really know your friend? Kinda awkward if you guys meet at the lady's door - one headed in, one headed out!I like the idea of lying about what you're doing there way better than the idea of hatching any nefarious plans to make the building undesirable or unavailable to your friend...
...Of course I would try to avoid that question coming up in the first place though: pretend you're in a rush, ask your friend questions to distract them, etc...
I also like the idea of becoming more nosy about your friend's work schedule and whereabouts.
Dude, this crosses soooo many boundaries. When it is only your reputation on the line, go ahead and tell people whatever the hell you like. When you are in someone else's dwelling, and could potentially trigger a witchunt that ends up getting a girl kicked out of her incall and possibly her home, drastically affecting her Income/landlord references, to be absolutely truthful, f*ck your honesty.A chance meeting with friends in the lobby of their building—which also houses my favorite SP. Here would be my approach:
"Oh hi Joe," they say, "a surprise to see you here."
"Hi Bob and Nancy," I say. "Nice to bump into you. How do you like your new condo?"
"We're still getting used to it. Convenient location, for sure. But...what brings you here?"
"I'm on my way to visit someone, to indulge in the most normal, healthy enjoyment known to older men."
"What's that?"
Assuming it's a big condo tower complex so I'm not giving away the identity of my SP, I might respond:
"Well, I'm paying this fantastically attractive lady for a tumble between the sheets. 90 minutes with her make me feel 20 years younger."
"You do what??"
"You heard right. For men in my age group, that's a popular hobby called 'pooning.' People always say, I look young for my age, and I always seem to be happy. Well, now you guys know my secret. But sorry, I must run now, otherwise I'm late for my session. You guys have a good afternoon!"
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I'm a strong believer in owning up to the truth, whenever possible. As a member of the pooning fraternity each of us should do his part, I think, to make our hobby more mainstream, to the best of our individual ability and courage.
About a year ago, after a romp in a Kingsway highrise, I took the elevator back down. In the lobby there was a lady I knew from a dancehall, who turned out to be a real estate agent waiting for her client. We chatted for a few min, and of course she asked why I had come to this building.
I hesitated for just a moment before deciding, this was the kind of situation that allowed for truthfulness. What had just transpired upstairs was my life's most wonderful type of experience, and I had every right to expect this part of me to be fully accepted by friends, acquaintances and strangers.
Given that it's a fairly massive condo tower, there was no real risk that being truthful would expose the micro to repercussions. So I said, "I visited someone here whom I pay to have sex with me."
And I'm glad to report, there has been no negative impact on that lady's interest in dancing with me. I suspect, most people nowadays are more accepting of the truth about our hobby than we tend to give them credit for.
A chance meeting with friends in the lobby of their building—which also houses my favorite SP. Here would be my approach:
"Oh hi Joe," they say, "a surprise to see you here."
"Hi Bob and Nancy," I say. "Nice to bump into you. How do you like your new condo?"
"We're still getting used to it. Convenient location, for sure. But...what brings you here?"
"I'm on my way to visit someone, to indulge in the most normal, healthy enjoyment known to older men."
"What's that?"
Assuming it's a big condo tower complex so I'm not giving away the identity of my SP, I might respond:
"Well, I'm paying this fantastically attractive lady for a tumble between the sheets. 90 minutes with her make me feel 20 years younger."
"You do what??"
"You heard right. For men in my age group, that's a popular hobby called 'pooning.' People always say, I look young for my age, and I always seem to be happy. Well, now you guys know my secret. But sorry, I must run now, otherwise I'm late for my session. You guys have a good afternoon!"
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I'm a strong believer in owning up to the truth, whenever possible. As a member of the pooning fraternity each of us should do his part, I think, to make our hobby more mainstream, to the best of our individual ability and courage.
About a year ago, after a romp in a Kingsway highrise, I took the elevator back down. In the lobby there was a lady I knew from a dancehall, who turned out to be a real estate agent waiting for her client. We chatted for a few min, and of course she asked why I had come to this building.
I hesitated for just a moment before deciding, this was the kind of situation that allowed for truthfulness. What had just transpired upstairs was my life's most wonderful type of experience, and I had every right to expect this part of me to be fully accepted by friends, acquaintances and strangers.
Given that it's a fairly massive condo tower, there was no real risk that being truthful would expose the micro to repercussions. So I said, "I visited someone here whom I pay to have sex with me."
And I'm glad to report, there has been no negative impact on that lady's interest in dancing with me. I suspect, most people nowadays are more accepting of the truth about our hobby than we tend to give them credit for.
I also agree with Brynn here. Having said what I said to tant's post, I sure would not tell any of my UTOA* neighbours what I do!!!Dude, this crosses soooo many boundaries. When it is only your reputation on the line, go ahead and tell people whatever the hell you like. When you are in someone else's dwelling, and could potentially trigger a witchunt that ends up getting a girl kicked out of her incall and possibly her home, drastically affecting her Income/landlord references, to be absolutely truthful, f*ck your honesty.
A chance meeting with friends in the lobby of their building—which also houses my favorite SP. Here would be my approach:
"Oh hi Joe," they say, "a surprise to see you here."
"Hi Bob and Nancy," I say. "Nice to bump into you. How do you like your new condo?"
"We're still getting used to it. Convenient location, for sure. But...what brings you here?"
"I'm on my way to visit someone, to indulge in the most normal, healthy enjoyment known to older men."
"What's that?"
Assuming it's a big condo tower complex so I'm not giving away the identity of my SP, I might respond:
"Well, I'm paying this fantastically attractive lady for a tumble between the sheets. 90 minutes with her make me feel 20 years younger."
"You do what??"
"You heard right. For men in my age group, that's a popular hobby called 'pooning.' People always say, I look young for my age, and I always seem to be happy. Well, now you guys know my secret. But sorry, I must run now, otherwise I'm late for my session. You guys have a good afternoon!"
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I'm a strong believer in owning up to the truth, whenever possible. As a member of the pooning fraternity each of us should do his part, I think, to make our hobby more mainstream, to the best of our individual ability and courage.
About a year ago, after a romp in a Kingsway highrise, I took the elevator back down. In the lobby there was a lady I knew from a dancehall, who turned out to be a real estate agent waiting for her client. We chatted for a few min, and of course she asked why I had come to this building.
I hesitated for just a moment before deciding, this was the kind of situation that allowed for truthfulness. What had just transpired upstairs was my life's most wonderful type of experience, and I had every right to expect this part of me to be fully accepted by friends, acquaintances and strangers.
Given that it's a fairly massive condo tower, there was no real risk that being truthful would expose the micro to repercussions. So I said, "I visited someone here whom I pay to have sex with me."
And I'm glad to report, there has been no negative impact on that lady's interest in dancing with me. I suspect, most people nowadays are more accepting of the truth about our hobby than we tend to give them credit for.
Tarzen-Just let it go[/QUOTE said:I'm sure SP's are going to ask you if you have had bran, oatmeal, granola before making an appointment with you.
Your let it go mentality has been taken to far.:fear:
Thank you for courteously conveyed disagreement. No witchhunt in your building is going to originate with me, please rest assured.Dude, this crosses soooo many boundaries. When it is only your reputation on the line, go ahead and tell people whatever the hell you like. When you are in someone else's dwelling, and could potentially trigger a witchunt that ends up getting a girl kicked out of her incall and possibly her home, drastically affecting her Income/landlord references, to be absolutely truthful, f*ck your honesty.
my thoughts exactlyHow many times could he lie before just his presence in the building so frequently for whatever reason becomes suspicious? What if his friend figures out there's an incall in the building and sees the OP go into or come out of it? What if the friend befriends people in the building?
You can't guarantee anything when you tell someone that sort of thing. Even if someone personally does not care SPs, incalls raise all sorts of zoning and liability issues that building management and landlords are very interested in. Also, do you ask SPs if they are okay with you telling people what you are there for? Many assumptions, none of which can affect your life all that much, but that can definitely have long-lasting repercussions on someone else's.Thank you for courteously conveyed disagreement. No witchhunt in your building is going to originate with me, please rest assured.
I'd argue, each of us pooners is entitled to use his own judgment in the kind of situation BBB describes. It's certainly permissible, sometimes, to compromise honesty for the sake of protecting one's own or others' privacy—so I won't fault esteemed brothers BBB or BadgerJohn for lying to friends they accidentally meet on their way to or from visiting an SP in the same building.
As for myself, I'd never let myself be pressured to do something that violates my personal standards of integrity: like lying about this hobby. That's in part why I select only SPs that allow for such honesty—SPs that aren't likely to object to honest reviews or to honesty in the scenario that BBB describes.
The real-estate agent I told about visiting an Asian micro was from Taiwan (one of Asia's most SP-saturated countries)—and I knew her well enough to feel confident, she wasn't the type to go on an anti-micro witchhunt in this building. If it had been a Caucasian real-estate agent, my judgment would probably have been different.
SPs run a legal business that's openly advertised on the web, and sometimes in print. In some parts of Greater Vancouver, like Rmd, there seems to be a micro in almost every highrise. Nobody gives a damn that there're a lot of guys coming and going. So I can't agree that saying you've seen an SP in a particular highrise is necessarily equivalent to outing an SP's specific workplace.
Here's where I'm coming from: I think commercial sex between consenting adults is totally ethical and even commendable. I think it's worth encouraging both pooners and SPs to stick their necks out to combat hypocrisy and prejudice about sex work. That's hard to do without a commitment to honesty.
By trying to make truth-telling an absolute no-no in the sort of situation BBB describes, an SP puts guys committed to honesty about this hobby in a difficult position.
Hey brother,Tant.....in this regard, Miss Melody and Banging Brynn are true and have you nailed against the wall. Discretion on both ends are key when it comes to this industry. You always have to think about the other girls feelings and thoughts. Never assume because......
Just to add to this -- while being an SP isn't illegal in Canada, a lot of leases for rental properties (which most incalls are) have a clause that states you cannot run a business or work in any capacity out of your rental residential property. So while a landlord or rental agency can't boot you for what you do as a job, they can boot your for breaking the terms of your lease.You can't guarantee anything when you tell someone that sort of thing. Even if someone personally does not care SPs, incalls raise all sorts of zoning and liability issues that building management and landlords are very interested in. Also, do you ask SPs if they are okay with you telling people what you are there for? Many assumptions, none of which can affect your life all that much, but that can definitely have long-lasting repercussions on someone else's.
Where discretion, safety and my absolute right to make choices about disclosure come into play, I don't give a crap about your "difficult situation" or "integrity." Doing things you would rather not out of respect for the fact that your actions can seriously affect others is the biggest part of being a grown-up. Act the part.
I know you like to consider yourself a man of words, what with your unbounded mastery of adjective and all, but this post alone is riddled with the kind of lazy, self-contradictory rhetoric an apathetic 17 year-old puts into the first community college paper he'll ever fail.Hey brother,
I'm all for discretion—but don't ask me to lie to a friend.
Keeping my integrity by sticking to the "honesty is the best policy" principle would be far more important to me personally, in the situation BBB described, than betraying (and risking) a friendship by doing something as nasty as telling a bold-faced lie to a friend, for the sake of what seem to me farfetched, unlikely, even paranoid eventualities.
I'm confident, none of my friends is going to go on any anti-SP witchhunt. If you'd readily lie to your friends, even in such a low-risk-to-others situation as "BBB's dilemma," I won't morally judge you, but I'd certainly not want to be your friend.
Sorry if my principled unwillingness to lie to a friend, in the situation BBB finds himself in, provokes anyone's ire. That said, I admit I don't know about the issues that condo-based SPs run into with neighbors or management companies.
Would sure be interesting to hear more about this—perhaps someone can start a thread on it?
Wow .... all that beauty and obviously brains as well ... WOW !!!I know you like to consider yourself a man of words, what with your unbounded mastery of adjective and all, but this post alone is riddled with the kind of lazy, self-contradictory rhetoric an apathetic 17 year-old puts into the first community college paper he'll ever fail.
First paragraph: you are all for discretion, but only as an abstract concept, I guess, because it only takes a couple of punctuation marks for you to go on to say that you refuse to practice it in any kind of practical sense with people you just don't want to.
Second paragraph: you go on to justify this exclusion from your personal definition "discretion" with a favourite of yours, "integrity." This is a very interesting choice on your part, as you use it to mean an unyielding sense of moral and ethical guidelines, but its original sense is meant to convey a that something is intact, and could just as easily mean intact physical and economic safety for an SP. Your disregard for the latter is made clear when words such as "betrayal", "nasty" and "bold-faced" are piled opposite "farfetched," "unlikely" and "paranoid" to describe your situation vs. the concerns of an SP. This is despite admitting later on (in a portion that will definitely be analysed in detail further on) that you have no actual knowledge of the issues surrounding working in a condo.
Third paragraph: Your friends are better than ours, because you would never be so careless as to associate with those who oppose free exploration of the erotic (more likely, his inexorable blathering on the subject dissuades all but the bravest from getting within 10 feet). You know none of them would ever do anything to jeopardize an incall, or tell anyone who would, or would tell anyone who would tell anyone who would. More damned "low-risk" (because repetition makes things true) lies. And how convenient for you that the risk you take is to others. How sad it would be if you had to risk something of your own for integrity! So great is your honesty that you never even hint at the possibility of lying by omission and just saying that you are visiting a friend. Lies by omission are still LIES!!! after all. Presumably when an acquaintance asks you how you are the day after a trip to Taco Bell, you see it as your moral obligation to tell them all about the wicked case of the squirts you experienced that morning.
Fourth paragraph: the word lie again, now with a "principled unwillingness" to do so. You apologise, not for what you have said, but for the reactions other people had to it, as though this were not the most half-assed type of passive-aggressive non-apology that ever existed. Then, so plainly-stated that I really have nothing to add, a full admission of ignorance about the issues at hand for people that are not yourself. Because you're what it's all about, really. Not the comfort level and safety of others, but about what feels best for you. The shallowest and most obvious type of philosophy, no matter how you dress it up.
Fifth paragraph: This is the cherry on top of it all, the nonobligatory little something extra. After exposing your lack of knowledge, rather than going out and, I dunno, maybe doing a search on Google, you ask if maybe someone else could start a thread and educate you? All the appearance of being conciliatory and learning the other side, none of the effort.






