Recently, I found myself in Calgary. I didn't really expect to get away for a little dalliance while I was there, but when I found that I was going to have a little slack time the next day I realized that I might just be able to pull it off.
Pooning in Calgary is quite different from my native Winnipeg. Understandably, ministrations from the local LE have injected a certain degree of paranoia into the local scene. I had difficulty seeing anyone at shortish notice at home except for with a small number of independant favorites, so my expectations of being able to make this kind of arrangement on relatively short notice, and in a place where I wasn't known were low.
I'd noticed Tess around PERB and another Calgary-focused escort review site. There was a distinct air of mystery about her. Her posts don't reveal very much of her personality, and tend to be terse- and heaven knows I tend to the verbose. For me, personality is paramount. I've learned through bittersweet experience that the lack of chemistry can counter much of a lady's initially impressive appearance, and can also make a triumph out of an encounter with someone whose outward appearance is less spectacular.
Her reviews were uniformly positive, and in reviewing them a impression of her personality began to emerge. The word that came to my mind, though not actually seen in her reviews, was refinement. That attribute is frequently sought and rarely actually encountered in a business where the sizzle is the product- not the steak. Tess intrigued me. I figured, seeing someone probably wasn't going to happen on this trip, but if I was to try, I might as well shoot for the moon and ask to see Tess.
I made an email inquiry late one night to see her for the next day. A few minutes later and to my surprise, she responded and said she was free- and more importantly, she had heard of me here on PERB and would be glad to meet me. We made our arrangements in a brief flurry of emails and I went to bed a happy man.
The next day, I got ready for her visit. I was dressed and groomed, and I had picked up some lattes for a little 'getting to know you' phase from a nearby cafe. I sat and waited. And waited. The appointed hour came and went without Tess appearing. I sipped my rapidly cooling latte and tried to be philosophical over the whole experience. I was surprised- she appeared to have had a good reputation. Pouring her ice-cold latte into the sink, I changed into more casual clothes and started to think about doing something else for the day. A workout, perhaps, to calm down.
I was about to change into workout gear when I got a call from Tess an hour and a half after the appointment was to have started. She was profusely apologetic, but she had slept in. Did I still want to see her? I struggled for a minute, and against my better judgement, I agreed. I made a few calls and tried to rearrange my day. It was now going to be tight, but seeing her might just fit in.
Because of security where I was staying, we agreed to meet in the lobby. I stood waiting, watching the world go by. A well dressed, elegant lady walked up to me. I was stunned. *She* was an SP?
Tess frequently mentions catering to fantasy and roleplaying aspects in her advertising. I'm not much for role-playing- except for a recent meeting with Megan Synn when she visited Winnipeg- but Tess sparked a not-quite-fully articulated fantasy of mine. It was to be with an elegant, mature and beautiful lady- lady being the operative word. The kind of woman that I might expect to see stepping out of Holt Renfrew on Bloor Street in Toronto, with a polished comportment to match. In her case, catering to that unrequested fantasy was effortless. She just had to show up and be herself. We went up to my room.
I had a bottle of cheap n' cheerful wine with me. It wasn't something that I would have normally chosen for an occasion like this, but I hadn't had a chance to get something better. I poured glasses of it for both of us and sat down to chat.
We talked for a while. I'd been disappointed somewhat at times by others who had sophisticated outward appearances, but who had turned out to impress me less later- but Tess simply failed to disappoint. I found myself liking her a great deal. In other circumstances, I felt that we might have easily become friends.
Of course, this hobby isn't really about making friendships. I had a last smile, reached to gently brush my fingertips against her neck and tiny shell-like ear, and leaned in for a kiss.
Unfortunately, the time wasn't quite the fireworks festival that I had hoped, although not directly because of any fault of Tess'. My advancing age, the wine, and perhaps the stress from earlier that day certainly didn't help. An unexpected phone call (my phone, she had turned hers off) at a critical juncture wasn't helpful either. She had tried her best.
I liked Tess, and it would be interesting to see her again sometime when I've got game going. As she doesn't travel much and my opportunities in Calgary are limited, I don't know when or if I'll get a chance again. In the meantime, I'll still have my memories of that starcrossed rollercoaster day.
http://www.calgaryoutcalls.com/
Pooning in Calgary is quite different from my native Winnipeg. Understandably, ministrations from the local LE have injected a certain degree of paranoia into the local scene. I had difficulty seeing anyone at shortish notice at home except for with a small number of independant favorites, so my expectations of being able to make this kind of arrangement on relatively short notice, and in a place where I wasn't known were low.
I'd noticed Tess around PERB and another Calgary-focused escort review site. There was a distinct air of mystery about her. Her posts don't reveal very much of her personality, and tend to be terse- and heaven knows I tend to the verbose. For me, personality is paramount. I've learned through bittersweet experience that the lack of chemistry can counter much of a lady's initially impressive appearance, and can also make a triumph out of an encounter with someone whose outward appearance is less spectacular.
Her reviews were uniformly positive, and in reviewing them a impression of her personality began to emerge. The word that came to my mind, though not actually seen in her reviews, was refinement. That attribute is frequently sought and rarely actually encountered in a business where the sizzle is the product- not the steak. Tess intrigued me. I figured, seeing someone probably wasn't going to happen on this trip, but if I was to try, I might as well shoot for the moon and ask to see Tess.
I made an email inquiry late one night to see her for the next day. A few minutes later and to my surprise, she responded and said she was free- and more importantly, she had heard of me here on PERB and would be glad to meet me. We made our arrangements in a brief flurry of emails and I went to bed a happy man.
The next day, I got ready for her visit. I was dressed and groomed, and I had picked up some lattes for a little 'getting to know you' phase from a nearby cafe. I sat and waited. And waited. The appointed hour came and went without Tess appearing. I sipped my rapidly cooling latte and tried to be philosophical over the whole experience. I was surprised- she appeared to have had a good reputation. Pouring her ice-cold latte into the sink, I changed into more casual clothes and started to think about doing something else for the day. A workout, perhaps, to calm down.
I was about to change into workout gear when I got a call from Tess an hour and a half after the appointment was to have started. She was profusely apologetic, but she had slept in. Did I still want to see her? I struggled for a minute, and against my better judgement, I agreed. I made a few calls and tried to rearrange my day. It was now going to be tight, but seeing her might just fit in.
Because of security where I was staying, we agreed to meet in the lobby. I stood waiting, watching the world go by. A well dressed, elegant lady walked up to me. I was stunned. *She* was an SP?
Tess frequently mentions catering to fantasy and roleplaying aspects in her advertising. I'm not much for role-playing- except for a recent meeting with Megan Synn when she visited Winnipeg- but Tess sparked a not-quite-fully articulated fantasy of mine. It was to be with an elegant, mature and beautiful lady- lady being the operative word. The kind of woman that I might expect to see stepping out of Holt Renfrew on Bloor Street in Toronto, with a polished comportment to match. In her case, catering to that unrequested fantasy was effortless. She just had to show up and be herself. We went up to my room.
I had a bottle of cheap n' cheerful wine with me. It wasn't something that I would have normally chosen for an occasion like this, but I hadn't had a chance to get something better. I poured glasses of it for both of us and sat down to chat.
We talked for a while. I'd been disappointed somewhat at times by others who had sophisticated outward appearances, but who had turned out to impress me less later- but Tess simply failed to disappoint. I found myself liking her a great deal. In other circumstances, I felt that we might have easily become friends.
Of course, this hobby isn't really about making friendships. I had a last smile, reached to gently brush my fingertips against her neck and tiny shell-like ear, and leaned in for a kiss.
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Unfortunately, the time wasn't quite the fireworks festival that I had hoped, although not directly because of any fault of Tess'. My advancing age, the wine, and perhaps the stress from earlier that day certainly didn't help. An unexpected phone call (my phone, she had turned hers off) at a critical juncture wasn't helpful either. She had tried her best.
I liked Tess, and it would be interesting to see her again sometime when I've got game going. As she doesn't travel much and my opportunities in Calgary are limited, I don't know when or if I'll get a chance again. In the meantime, I'll still have my memories of that starcrossed rollercoaster day.
http://www.calgaryoutcalls.com/
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