Hello… my name is Miami…. and I am an idiot
I have learned my Fu*k*ng lesson. I read all the comments on the boards from east coast to west coast regarding the wisdom of dinner dates with SPs. I read comments that indicate venturing outside the bedroom is a WOT & WOM. But, I just wasn’t smart enough to listen. I had an image of this fantasy date, with an elegant, sophisticated companion who would flirt and tease, and for a few short hours focus on me and play up my fantasy of being of the center of attention of a beautiful woman. Boy, have I learned the error of my ways.
So I am staying in a 4 star hotel suite on the east coast, with a great view overlooking the river. (this did not occur in B.C. ) I have to give some business presentations in this city. So I decide that when it is over, I would like to go out on the town and have a little fun, let off some steam, celebrate a job well done and focus on my personal rejuvenation. The worst part of my job is wondering around a strange city by myself night after night looking for a table for 1. So what better alternative, than to invite an elite companion to join me for an elegant dinner date? (I had referred to her as an escort, but she advised me that she is a courtesan, not an escort) An arrangement was made through a referral for an independent lady with no reviews and no website but was highly recommended. (This sounds like a stupid decision even to me as I write it). The price tag was steep but I really wanted some attention.
She arrives looking stunning. So sexy that I am initially concerned about our ability to maintain discretion for fear she will attract attention. I get over it. Unfortunately, her intellect, discretion and ability to take a ‘hint’ were not as impressive as her looks.
Excerpts from our conversation during a romantic walk to dinner:
Idiot Pooner: I have been traveling alone so much for work, that it is so nice to finally have a nice relaxing evening with someone nice.
Elite Courtesan: I know what you mean, I just returned from touring in city A, B & C. All my time lately has been with men. I never get to spend time with other girls. I met this one girl in city A, but that was a group sex thing. This guy I am with tells me to wait in his hotel room and then he returns with another escort and some guy. So I find out I am having sex with all these people. I told him you better be getting me drunk tonight.
Idiot Pooner: Well, city C is a wonderful place. I actually have season tickets to a concert series there so I visit quite frequently. They were given to me as a gift from an organization I did some work for. It is a great way to entertain visitors to that city. I love when it when I have an opportunity to expose someone to the cultural vibe there.
Elite Courtesan: One time when I was on tour there, I got so sick that I stop seeing clients. But one guy decided to show me around the city anyway. It was really nice. I gave him a blowjob because he was sweet and I wanted to say thank you.
Idiot Pooner: ‘silence’
Excerpts from the dinner conversation:
EC: You are kind of a unique guy. Usually when I go to your city, I have to see a bunch of Asian men. They love having a little girlfriend like me.
EC: I did see one guy like you, but he made such a big deal about the fact he writes a lot of reviews. He uses his status, as a well know reviewer to try to make be give better service and extras. I have a no review policy, no website and only date referrals.
IP: I have to ask you a favor. Can we NOT talk about the business? I am really uncomfortable.
EC & IP: ‘silence’
“EC” engages waiter in a conversation in his native language, which she is fluent in but I am not. "IP" stares out the window while they chat... and chat.... and chat.
-I finish my water... she finishes her champagne.-
EC: Blah, Blah Blah about… the most amount of dates I have had in one night is…. I like to pick up young boy after a work date just to f**k someone young again. Blah, Blah,
IP: It is a little difficult for me to endure you talking with such candor and detail about your encounters with other clients. I hate to be a prude, but let’s savor this moment and not discuss issues that occurred before you knocked on my door.
EC: really, most guys get turned on.
IP: zones out, - has outer body experience and starts chastising myself for being sucked into this scam. I focus on what it is costing me to listen to this $%^! about other guys’ sexual adventures.

The return walk…
IP: I was pretty annoyed at that waiter always hanging out at our table, especially since you have a propensity for explicit sex talk. I was really afraid that we would blow our little secret.
EC: Oh don’t worry, they all know me well and what we are doing. I bring clients here all the time.
I suddenly remember an early comment she made about her younger days when she used to pick up a guy traveling with a large group, because she can usually go to dinner with the entire group and the restaurants give her a kickback for bringing in customers


This scenario goes on and on forever. Turns out I have lost the motivation and drive for romance. After a half-hearted attempt, I send her on her way.
IP: (self reflection) -- if your gonna read the review boards...why not USE the review board - DUH! (I don't do drugs and I don't drink alcohol -- it just seems that way)
All it takes for sp to label herself a courtesan is access to a computer. Since the reviews boards have ruled out dinner dates as the choice of any sane man… it is impossible to research which ladies have appropriate skills outside the bedroom. I am at a lost to explain why I would invest in a service that I could not research. I am not opposed to the concept of extended encounters, but since trial and error will be expensive, I need to limit myself to the part of the hobby for which facts are available.
I try to remind myself that I didn't fall for that email scam from the Nigerian heir who needed help transferring a large sum of cash, and I didn't will my money to the psychic who promise to send it to the after life... I sold my Enron stock when it was worth more than I paid... I have avoided some of the biggest scams of all time. Most say that I have a pretty good head on my shoulders.
However, if the decision is not being made above my shoulders.....
... well... My name is Miami….. and I am a idiot.
I have learned my Fu*k*ng lesson. I read all the comments on the boards from east coast to west coast regarding the wisdom of dinner dates with SPs. I read comments that indicate venturing outside the bedroom is a WOT & WOM. But, I just wasn’t smart enough to listen. I had an image of this fantasy date, with an elegant, sophisticated companion who would flirt and tease, and for a few short hours focus on me and play up my fantasy of being of the center of attention of a beautiful woman. Boy, have I learned the error of my ways.
So I am staying in a 4 star hotel suite on the east coast, with a great view overlooking the river. (this did not occur in B.C. ) I have to give some business presentations in this city. So I decide that when it is over, I would like to go out on the town and have a little fun, let off some steam, celebrate a job well done and focus on my personal rejuvenation. The worst part of my job is wondering around a strange city by myself night after night looking for a table for 1. So what better alternative, than to invite an elite companion to join me for an elegant dinner date? (I had referred to her as an escort, but she advised me that she is a courtesan, not an escort) An arrangement was made through a referral for an independent lady with no reviews and no website but was highly recommended. (This sounds like a stupid decision even to me as I write it). The price tag was steep but I really wanted some attention.
She arrives looking stunning. So sexy that I am initially concerned about our ability to maintain discretion for fear she will attract attention. I get over it. Unfortunately, her intellect, discretion and ability to take a ‘hint’ were not as impressive as her looks.
Excerpts from our conversation during a romantic walk to dinner:
Idiot Pooner: I have been traveling alone so much for work, that it is so nice to finally have a nice relaxing evening with someone nice.
Elite Courtesan: I know what you mean, I just returned from touring in city A, B & C. All my time lately has been with men. I never get to spend time with other girls. I met this one girl in city A, but that was a group sex thing. This guy I am with tells me to wait in his hotel room and then he returns with another escort and some guy. So I find out I am having sex with all these people. I told him you better be getting me drunk tonight.
Idiot Pooner: Well, city C is a wonderful place. I actually have season tickets to a concert series there so I visit quite frequently. They were given to me as a gift from an organization I did some work for. It is a great way to entertain visitors to that city. I love when it when I have an opportunity to expose someone to the cultural vibe there.
Elite Courtesan: One time when I was on tour there, I got so sick that I stop seeing clients. But one guy decided to show me around the city anyway. It was really nice. I gave him a blowjob because he was sweet and I wanted to say thank you.
Idiot Pooner: ‘silence’
Excerpts from the dinner conversation:
EC: You are kind of a unique guy. Usually when I go to your city, I have to see a bunch of Asian men. They love having a little girlfriend like me.
EC: I did see one guy like you, but he made such a big deal about the fact he writes a lot of reviews. He uses his status, as a well know reviewer to try to make be give better service and extras. I have a no review policy, no website and only date referrals.
IP: I have to ask you a favor. Can we NOT talk about the business? I am really uncomfortable.
EC & IP: ‘silence’
“EC” engages waiter in a conversation in his native language, which she is fluent in but I am not. "IP" stares out the window while they chat... and chat.... and chat.
EC: Blah, Blah Blah about… the most amount of dates I have had in one night is…. I like to pick up young boy after a work date just to f**k someone young again. Blah, Blah,
IP: It is a little difficult for me to endure you talking with such candor and detail about your encounters with other clients. I hate to be a prude, but let’s savor this moment and not discuss issues that occurred before you knocked on my door.
EC: really, most guys get turned on.
IP: zones out, - has outer body experience and starts chastising myself for being sucked into this scam. I focus on what it is costing me to listen to this $%^! about other guys’ sexual adventures.
The return walk…
IP: I was pretty annoyed at that waiter always hanging out at our table, especially since you have a propensity for explicit sex talk. I was really afraid that we would blow our little secret.
EC: Oh don’t worry, they all know me well and what we are doing. I bring clients here all the time.
I suddenly remember an early comment she made about her younger days when she used to pick up a guy traveling with a large group, because she can usually go to dinner with the entire group and the restaurants give her a kickback for bringing in customers
This scenario goes on and on forever. Turns out I have lost the motivation and drive for romance. After a half-hearted attempt, I send her on her way.
IP: (self reflection) -- if your gonna read the review boards...why not USE the review board - DUH! (I don't do drugs and I don't drink alcohol -- it just seems that way)
All it takes for sp to label herself a courtesan is access to a computer. Since the reviews boards have ruled out dinner dates as the choice of any sane man… it is impossible to research which ladies have appropriate skills outside the bedroom. I am at a lost to explain why I would invest in a service that I could not research. I am not opposed to the concept of extended encounters, but since trial and error will be expensive, I need to limit myself to the part of the hobby for which facts are available.
I try to remind myself that I didn't fall for that email scam from the Nigerian heir who needed help transferring a large sum of cash, and I didn't will my money to the psychic who promise to send it to the after life... I sold my Enron stock when it was worth more than I paid... I have avoided some of the biggest scams of all time. Most say that I have a pretty good head on my shoulders.
However, if the decision is not being made above my shoulders.....
... well... My name is Miami….. and I am a idiot.






