Meeting other hobbyists

[vanperb]

It's been pretty good posting year. Managed to start a couple of threads that had about a thousand views and multipage postings.

Final one for the year. Have hobbyists ever met another hobbyists?

I have this horrible fear that one day I'm going to walk out of my favourite massage place and bump into my uncle walking in. Not the really straight lace one. But the friendly one that would want to call me up so we can go together... and maybe get a discount.

I've only met one hobbyist once. And that was under a perhaps not so odd situation. It was concerning an SP of course.

I have this guess that if I ever mention the name Alix or Serina at one of my company parties, a couple of executives would make a face. It's not really a guess, I know a couple from some not too subtle conversations.

We don't do gathering any more, and the lottery at the end was always a nice treat for someone. But honestly, I think a little personal jealousy might come into play if I saw one of my favourites there. It's easy to live under an illusion till she smiles at someone that's paid her too.

 

[wetnose]

I met a few guys at the Medellin VIP mansion when it was operating. Assorted lot from the US - a retiree, 3 small business owners, 1 cop, 1 professor. One thing I found in common was how independent-minded they were. Fun bunch, would do it again.

 

[uncleg]

This has me confused, maybe it's old age...of course "hobbyists" have met other "hobbyists"...read the threads on WERL, MERL...more recent..party at Riza's. Haven't been to an MP yet where I haven't run into another "hobbyist". Is this about meeting a stranger..in which case..WTF..who cares or is it about meeting your uncle/cousin/father/grandfather or somebody else that knows you ?

 

[Equity Market investor]

I've met hobbyists at various gathering in the past and had a great time. None who are in my " circled " life per say but, nonetheless, very nice people.

Look at this way, we all have something in common ( playing with escorts - Perb ), then go from there. It all begins with small talk.

If you decide to ever go to one, and you are the type to stand in the corner with a piece of gum on your nose then.....you might not be such a hit. Or maybe......

 

[Alabama Blaze]

I prefer to remain private. It takes one crazy person with a camera to make it a very bad year for you. The majority of people have good intentions. There always seems to be a hand full of individuals that would use any opportunity to cause harm to people.

You see people on different forums who hold grudges for years over petty things that normal sane people would never worry about. I've zero interest in meeting those people in person. You have a portion of people on review boards who are extremely fanatical and off the deep end. They'd out someone who wrote a bad review of their favorite SP in a heartbeat.

I've spoken with a few people online privately. I've never had much interest in meeting other clients in person.

 

[take8easy]

If I was single I wouldn't mind attending these get togethers and socializing with other hobbyists, but being a family man, I prefer to keep my ID private. Like Alabama said, all it takes is one crazy person..

I used to chat to this guy online to exchange notes and experiences about sp's, but that was all.

T8E

 

[badbadboy]

It's been pretty good posting year. Managed to start a couple of threads that had about a thousand views and multipage postings.

Final one for the year. Have hobbyists ever met another hobbyists?

I have this horrible fear that one day I'm going to walk out of my favourite massage place and bump into my uncle walking in. Not the really straight lace one. But the friendly one that would want to call me up so we can go together... and maybe get a discount.

I've only met one hobbyist once. And that was under a perhaps not so odd situation. It was concerning an SP of course.

I have this guess that if I ever mention the name Alix or Serina at one of my company parties, a couple of executives would make a face. It's not really a guess, I know a couple from some not too subtle conversations.

We don't do gathering any more, and the lottery at the end was always a nice treat for someone. But honestly, I think a little personal jealousy might come into play if I saw one of my favourites there. It's easy to live under an illusion till she smiles at someone that's paid her too.

I've met other pooners for beers, coffee and the occasional dinner too. Fun times and I would say the best part about it was there was zero competitiveness during each get together.

 

[Alabama Blaze]

You would probably be okay in small gatherings meeting like minded hobbyist. The bigger risks would occur in larger gatherings where you have zero control over who is attending.

Large uncontrolled gatherings offer opportunities for deplorable people and fanatics to cause grief.

 

[badbadboy]

You would probably be okay in small gatherings meeting like minded hobbyist. The bigger risks would occur in larger gatherings where you have zero control over who is attending.

Large uncontrolled gatherings offer opportunities for deplorable people and fanatics to cause grief.

Absolutely correctomundo!

Some people do have a nasty agenda. I signed up for a Christmas event years ago and was going to take one of my ATF's with me. She reviewed the list and said there were a few SP's and guys she didn't want to see and pointed out likewise for me.

Cell phones and cameras are a concern because you never know when you will be in the background of a pic or if someone is hell bent on outing you.

 

[DavidLin]

I have this horrible fear that one day I'm going to walk out of my favourite massage place and bump into my uncle walking in. Not the really straight lace one. But the friendly one that would want to call me up so we can go together... and maybe get a discount.

Speaking of uncle, I'll share a funny story...

A pooning friend of mine suggested an AMP near metro, told me to ask for a papasan named "James" (not actual name). I called, asked for "James", set up a time, he gives me the address and I head down. I felt "James" voice sounded familiar but thought nothing of it.

I arrive to the building, "James" says go to 8th floor and wait for him at the elevator. I see "James" walking towards me from a long hallway, as he gets closer, he started to look like my actual uncle "James". Once he got close enough, I realized it WAS my uncle James, the gig was up, I had no where to hide or run, he walked up to me, snickered, laughed and pat me on the back saying "let me show you the girls.."

Sitting in the living room with my uncle "James", discussing my grandmothers health and then showing me the girls, I was surprised I could still perform. I took his recommendation on the girl (what are the odds my uncle is going to steer me wrong?) and had a good time.

I told my pooning friend and he laughed his ass off. A few weeks later, he went back there and while he was waiting in the living room with my uncle, he asked "James" if his friend came by. My pooning friend described me and then afterwards, showed my uncle my picture. My uncle said no, he has never seen me before. My pooning friend is a bit of an asshole.

I never went back to that AMP.

 

[badbadboy]

Speaking of uncle, I'll share a funny story...

A pooning friend of mine suggested an AMP near metro, told me to ask for a papasan named "James" (not actual name). I called, asked for "James", set up a time, he gives me the address and I head down. I felt "James" voice sounded familiar but thought nothing of it.

I arrive to the building, "James" says go to 8th floor and wait for him at the elevator. I see "James" walking towards me from a long hallway, as he gets closer, he started to look like my actual uncle "James". Once he got close enough, I realized it WAS my uncle James, the gig was up, I had no where to hide or run, he walked up to me, snickered, laughed and pat me on the back saying "let me show you the girls.."

Sitting in the living room with my uncle "James", discussing my grandmothers health and then showing me the girls, I was surprised I could still perform. I took his recommendation on the girl (what are the odds my uncle is going to steer me wrong?) and had a good time.

I told my pooning friend and he laughed his ass off. A few weeks later, he went back there and while he was waiting in the living room with my uncle, he asked "James" if his friend came by. My pooning friend described me and then afterwards, showed my uncle my picture. My uncle said no, he has never seen me before. My pooning friend is a bit of an asshole.

I never went back to that AMP.

Damn that is FUNNY!

What are the chances indeed ound:

 

[LisbethNova]

Twitter seems to have quite the community of SPs and hobbyists who are great friends and if they are in the same city will get together for a drink. Some will even organize sp/client meet and greets. It's quite nice.

 

[1nitestan]

Twitter seems to have quite the community of SPs and hobbyists who are great friends and if they are in the same city will get together for a drink. Some will even organize sp/client meet and greets. It's quite nice.

There used to be a small group of us (from both sides of the biz) who would meet up occasionally for dinner/drinks. All just casual fun. No expectations. No business conducted. No talking shop or gossip about other peopl in the biz. Just a bunch of friends catching up. It was fun times.

 

[Caramel]

Speaking of uncle, I'll share a funny story...

A pooning friend of mine suggested an AMP near metro, told me to ask for a papasan named "James" (not actual name). I called, asked for "James", set up a time, he gives me the address and I head down. I felt "James" voice sounded familiar but thought nothing of it.

I arrive to the building, "James" says go to 8th floor and wait for him at the elevator. I see "James" walking towards me from a long hallway, as he gets closer, he started to look like my actual uncle "James". Once he got close enough, I realized it WAS my uncle James, the gig was up, I had no where to hide or run, he walked up to me, snickered, laughed and pat me on the back saying "let me show you the girls.."

Sitting in the living room with my uncle "James", discussing my grandmothers health and then showing me the girls, I was surprised I could still perform. I took his recommendation on the girl (what are the odds my uncle is going to steer me wrong?) and had a good time.

I told my pooning friend and he laughed his ass off. A few weeks later, he went back there and while he was waiting in the living room with my uncle, he asked "James" if his friend came by. My pooning friend described me and then afterwards, showed my uncle my picture. My uncle said no, he has never seen me before. My pooning friend is a bit of an asshole.

I never went back to that AMP.

LMAO thats hilarious! The last part is confusing, was your uncle embarrassed and not wanting to tell other people about your encounter? lol hehe!

Imagine how this would be in an SP's shoes, they are constantly worrying about uncles and family members if a voice or number looks familiar :O can you imagine knocking on the door and its your NEICE! OR FUCKIN WORSE - DAUGHTER??? OMG I would die, first run away and hide and then die to try and escape reality, ahhh!!!

 

[Alabama Blaze]

Everyone's comfort level is different. Married guys, professionals, and guys with jobs that involve public relations are less likely to be comfortable with meeting other clients in public spaces.

Forget the escort - client stuff for a moment. Imagine a married guy trying to explain away to a family friend who saw him hanging out with a crowd of young women half his age. Especially if told his wife a completely different story.

 

[uncleg]

LMAO thats hilarious! The last part is confusing, was your uncle embarrassed and not wanting to tell other people about your encounter? lol hehe!

Imagine how this would be in an SP's shoes, they are constantly worrying about uncles and family members if a voice or number looks familiar :O can you imagine knocking on the door and its your NEICE! OR FUCKIN WORSE - DAUGHTER??? OMG I would die, first run away and hide and then die to try and escape reality, ahhh!!!

Something along these lines did happen at The Penthouse. Girl I graduated with took up the trade working the high track on Seymour. She was inside and at another table a group of half a dozen guys were short a girl. One of the other SP's came over to ask her to join them, I happened to be sitting with her at the time...she went over, sat down and when the guy turned around it was her father...... two weeks later she was dead of a drug overdose. Her father never did really sober up after that and it wasn't too long before he was gone. Her mother never did know what had happened.