I am Alaska John. Lest you mistake me for a shill, please allow me to present my credentials.
I've been partaking in the hobby in Victoria for roughly twenty years. The truth is I can't remember my first visit. I remember when the Classy Ladies incall was over by Mayfair, and before that when it was a house in James Bay. I remember IB and VE, and I remember when SU was upstairs next to the auto mechanic down the street from Paul's Motor Inn. I've been lurking on this board and its ancestors, learning from all of you since the days when Hipster Doofus was the elder statesman of the BCDarlings forum. While I'd very much have enjoyed writing reviews of some of the girls I saw in the 90's and early aughts with a posted titled "Slightly Overdue Reviews" I don't remember enough details to pull it off.
I've made it a practice not to write reviews for a couple of reasons. Each of our experiences in this hobby exists on a spectrum somewhere between pure animal lust at one extreme and a perceived emotional connection at the other. Each of us is different and each girl is different and each day is different in terms of where we prefer to live on this spectrum. I've spent time with girls who can only do what they do with so many of us wearing a professional persona, and I've spent time with others for whom the hobby is an integral part of them. Many are content to allow an agency to market them and many need to take control of this aspect for themselves. Either way, it's important for us as reviewers and consumers to remember that unlike other selling-and-buying industries, the girl herself is the product.
We each come to the hobby from our unique perspectives. What satisfies me doesn't satisfy another. The medium of these words is completely inadequate to relate the depth and breadth of the experience. Furthermore, I believe it's impossible to be completely unbiased about a woman after an intimate encounter. Certainly our expectations play a part. Although I enjoy the experience more when I manage to let go of my expectations I seem to have them anyway. I understand that I don't see what is behind the scenes for them. For all of these reasons and more I have avoided participating in writing reviews. Besides that I'm not real good with play-by-plays, I've mostly avoided it because I never, ever want the threat or promise of a future review to color a session.
So why start now?
Over the years I've seen some poorly thought-out reviews that had pretty significant impacts on a girl's livelihood. On occasion I have found that a girl moves farther down my "to-do list" if I've read something nitpicky about her, even if it's buried in a mostly positive review. While we know intellectually that Your Mileage May Vary it's easy for us to put ourselves in the first-person perspective of the reviewer. That's the point, right?
Knowing that, I have no interest in writing any sort of critique of the girls or of my experience. It's one of the reasons I prefer the agencies. If I really and truly didn't have a satisfactory experience because of a girl's attitude or service, I'm happy to share that directly with the proprietor. That's only ever happened once for me in Canada (in the US it's a plague. Don't get me started). For the rest of my experiences, most have been solid, good, or even great. Some small minority have been disappointing, mostly because of a lack of chemistry or some other intangible that neither of us can control. So I guess it would be okay if I wrote about the really amazing ones, right?
In the past twenty years I'd guess I've seen somewhere in the neighborhood of a couple hundred girls, maybe more. Of all of those about four of them have been absolutely mind-blowing for me. Last weekend made five.
Gentlemen, I present to you Miss Melody Rose.
I can't speak for you, but I had a really, really good time. A REALLY good time. Generally I'll never book for more than an hour with a girl I haven't seen before. If we connect, I'll book again. If we really connect, I'll book again for a longer period of time. With Melody Rose I asked to extend our time in the middle of the session. My experience was that good. Yours may not be.
I could tell you tales of flawless skin, exquisite curves, and ideal proportions but what would be the point? I've seen plenty of girls with some or all of these qualities and had fair-to-middlin' or occasionally horrible experiences. She's a good kisser. Not all of them are. For that matter, not all of us are or so I've been told. Her oral talents are well above average, bordering on the exceptional. I'm generally not a fan of the CBJ finish, but her...thing...she does had me sorely tempted like wanting to fill up on an exceptional hors d'oeuvres before the entree arrives. Suffice that I would not have been disappointed either way. Whatever the variables, the chance of me being disappointed that day was exactly zero.
But again, while talent in kissing and the other erotic arts are necessary to the elite-rockstar-omgomgomg status that goes with being among my ATF's, they are not the be-all, end-all. There are so many intangibles at the heart of it. Connection. Personality. Conversation. Shared interests. Frankly, last weekend had me thinking about what is the difference between a decent, solid, would-repeat experience and the rare handful of girls that I simply can't get enough of. Superlative physical attributes per my preferences, but not necessarily. While I admit to being shallow, I am not completely shallow. A personality: personally I prefer unique over polished any day of the week. Curiosity about the world. Comfort in her own skin: I'm not talking about nudity--I'm talking about self-confidence. Kindness. Empathy. Non-selfishness.
Melody Rose and I seemed to connect on a number of levels. Socially we both take a little while to warm up. The wait isn't too long and it's well worth it, at least on her end. I loved talking with her almost as much as I enjoyed the compulsories. As we approached the time for me to go we talked at some length about the industry, the providers we both knew, and our various perceptions. In the interest of full disclosure I will tell you that she asked me to write this review. I declined. She promised me (I forget how she put it exactly) rewards beyond my wildest dreams. I declined again, citing that I already felt quite thoroughly rewarded. Overall, my hour and a half with Melody Rose left me feeling like a tube of toothpaste, squeezed to a nub, completely empty of any tension or concern. It seems to have relieved me of any concern about writing her a review as well.
I guess it comes down to this. Here's a new girl who brings a wealth of natural talent and bang-ability to the table. There are plenty like that. Not all of them strive to be good at this. One quality of all of Victoria's elite courtesans (at least the few I've seen) is that just pretty good doesn't cut it for them. I'm sort of astonished that a girl could get into my inner circle after less than three months on the job. Furthermore, and maybe this is the deal-sealer for me, she seems to have a good time. It's a subtle difference but it's significant for me.
There's a difference between someone who knows how to strike up a conversation and someone who wants to have a conversation. There's a difference between someone who knows how to have good sex and someone who wants to have good sex. Can we be fooled by extraordinary skills in these things? Of course. Color me fooled.
I've been partaking in the hobby in Victoria for roughly twenty years. The truth is I can't remember my first visit. I remember when the Classy Ladies incall was over by Mayfair, and before that when it was a house in James Bay. I remember IB and VE, and I remember when SU was upstairs next to the auto mechanic down the street from Paul's Motor Inn. I've been lurking on this board and its ancestors, learning from all of you since the days when Hipster Doofus was the elder statesman of the BCDarlings forum. While I'd very much have enjoyed writing reviews of some of the girls I saw in the 90's and early aughts with a posted titled "Slightly Overdue Reviews" I don't remember enough details to pull it off.
I've made it a practice not to write reviews for a couple of reasons. Each of our experiences in this hobby exists on a spectrum somewhere between pure animal lust at one extreme and a perceived emotional connection at the other. Each of us is different and each girl is different and each day is different in terms of where we prefer to live on this spectrum. I've spent time with girls who can only do what they do with so many of us wearing a professional persona, and I've spent time with others for whom the hobby is an integral part of them. Many are content to allow an agency to market them and many need to take control of this aspect for themselves. Either way, it's important for us as reviewers and consumers to remember that unlike other selling-and-buying industries, the girl herself is the product.
We each come to the hobby from our unique perspectives. What satisfies me doesn't satisfy another. The medium of these words is completely inadequate to relate the depth and breadth of the experience. Furthermore, I believe it's impossible to be completely unbiased about a woman after an intimate encounter. Certainly our expectations play a part. Although I enjoy the experience more when I manage to let go of my expectations I seem to have them anyway. I understand that I don't see what is behind the scenes for them. For all of these reasons and more I have avoided participating in writing reviews. Besides that I'm not real good with play-by-plays, I've mostly avoided it because I never, ever want the threat or promise of a future review to color a session.
So why start now?
Over the years I've seen some poorly thought-out reviews that had pretty significant impacts on a girl's livelihood. On occasion I have found that a girl moves farther down my "to-do list" if I've read something nitpicky about her, even if it's buried in a mostly positive review. While we know intellectually that Your Mileage May Vary it's easy for us to put ourselves in the first-person perspective of the reviewer. That's the point, right?
Knowing that, I have no interest in writing any sort of critique of the girls or of my experience. It's one of the reasons I prefer the agencies. If I really and truly didn't have a satisfactory experience because of a girl's attitude or service, I'm happy to share that directly with the proprietor. That's only ever happened once for me in Canada (in the US it's a plague. Don't get me started). For the rest of my experiences, most have been solid, good, or even great. Some small minority have been disappointing, mostly because of a lack of chemistry or some other intangible that neither of us can control. So I guess it would be okay if I wrote about the really amazing ones, right?
In the past twenty years I'd guess I've seen somewhere in the neighborhood of a couple hundred girls, maybe more. Of all of those about four of them have been absolutely mind-blowing for me. Last weekend made five.
Gentlemen, I present to you Miss Melody Rose.
I can't speak for you, but I had a really, really good time. A REALLY good time. Generally I'll never book for more than an hour with a girl I haven't seen before. If we connect, I'll book again. If we really connect, I'll book again for a longer period of time. With Melody Rose I asked to extend our time in the middle of the session. My experience was that good. Yours may not be.
I could tell you tales of flawless skin, exquisite curves, and ideal proportions but what would be the point? I've seen plenty of girls with some or all of these qualities and had fair-to-middlin' or occasionally horrible experiences. She's a good kisser. Not all of them are. For that matter, not all of us are or so I've been told. Her oral talents are well above average, bordering on the exceptional. I'm generally not a fan of the CBJ finish, but her...thing...she does had me sorely tempted like wanting to fill up on an exceptional hors d'oeuvres before the entree arrives. Suffice that I would not have been disappointed either way. Whatever the variables, the chance of me being disappointed that day was exactly zero.
But again, while talent in kissing and the other erotic arts are necessary to the elite-rockstar-omgomgomg status that goes with being among my ATF's, they are not the be-all, end-all. There are so many intangibles at the heart of it. Connection. Personality. Conversation. Shared interests. Frankly, last weekend had me thinking about what is the difference between a decent, solid, would-repeat experience and the rare handful of girls that I simply can't get enough of. Superlative physical attributes per my preferences, but not necessarily. While I admit to being shallow, I am not completely shallow. A personality: personally I prefer unique over polished any day of the week. Curiosity about the world. Comfort in her own skin: I'm not talking about nudity--I'm talking about self-confidence. Kindness. Empathy. Non-selfishness.
Melody Rose and I seemed to connect on a number of levels. Socially we both take a little while to warm up. The wait isn't too long and it's well worth it, at least on her end. I loved talking with her almost as much as I enjoyed the compulsories. As we approached the time for me to go we talked at some length about the industry, the providers we both knew, and our various perceptions. In the interest of full disclosure I will tell you that she asked me to write this review. I declined. She promised me (I forget how she put it exactly) rewards beyond my wildest dreams. I declined again, citing that I already felt quite thoroughly rewarded. Overall, my hour and a half with Melody Rose left me feeling like a tube of toothpaste, squeezed to a nub, completely empty of any tension or concern. It seems to have relieved me of any concern about writing her a review as well.
I guess it comes down to this. Here's a new girl who brings a wealth of natural talent and bang-ability to the table. There are plenty like that. Not all of them strive to be good at this. One quality of all of Victoria's elite courtesans (at least the few I've seen) is that just pretty good doesn't cut it for them. I'm sort of astonished that a girl could get into my inner circle after less than three months on the job. Furthermore, and maybe this is the deal-sealer for me, she seems to have a good time. It's a subtle difference but it's significant for me.
There's a difference between someone who knows how to strike up a conversation and someone who wants to have a conversation. There's a difference between someone who knows how to have good sex and someone who wants to have good sex. Can we be fooled by extraordinary skills in these things? Of course. Color me fooled.
