Next Door friend

[Hobbyfun]

Has anybody ever went to a providers incall and as you are guided in find out the provider lives next door are a couple of doors down from a family friend, apartment townhouse are a house.
If so what did you do, go to the appointment are get the hell out of they before your friend are his wife seen you and then call the provider and tell them and explain that the session is to close to be any fun?

Providers would you get upset at a last minute cancellation under these circumstances?

[mikahranae]

I would get upset because they get my address once they are verified. Obviously they should know if it is too close to anyone they know way before the appointment is supposed to start.

[Hawkeye9]

I agree with mika!!
Just put on a hat, take off your glasses if your wear them, etc,

Put on a big nose and moustace, LOL

[ftworthmale]

Originally Posted by mikahranae

I would get upset because they get my address once they are verified. Obviously they should know if it is too close to anyone they know way before the appointment is supposed to start.

In that case, you would have a right to be upset ... but not all providers give their address prior to the appt. time. Numerous times its go here, and call ... then call when you get here ...

There is also this hypothetical ... I don't have a clue as to where everyone I know lives ... what if your driving up and then see a friend or acquaintence in their driveway or walking out their door ... you had no idea they lived there.

[TexTushHog]

I think Ftwothmale makes a good point. Say the provider says come to the intersection of x and y streets. Well as we know, her incall could be right there or a mile away. You may know two or three people within a one mile radius of an intersection (which would be 3.14159 square miles).

[djxk8]

+1 to fortworthmale and TxTushHog

You know the provider is in the General Area, if it is someone you really want to see, and you don't have an exact address, I am willing to take the chance its not going to be within viewing distance, there is even the potential to turn it into a positive, it is why you were in the area, you were just stopping by (OK so maybe that is a stretch)

This has sort of happened to me, when I first began hobbying, before the likes of Google Maps and GPS.

The provider had given me directions to the general area, (To show you how long ago it was I had to go to a Phone box as a checkpoint)

Driving there, I knew a very close friend worked in the area as a Caregiver to some Special Needs People who lived Independently in a townhouse, but my thoughts were "hey what are the chances it was going to be right by them?". I call in, She gives me the address - its two doors down.

I was young, it was my early punting days, and I wanted to see her, the little head took over, I just rolled the dice that they were either they were not working, or would not be looking out the window, well that and I was able to approach the house from an angle that I could 'abort' if needed. It did also help that I was able to park several streets away and walk in, so my car would not be seen.

Was glad I did, the visit was great, all I wanted, in fact I returned several times, she was my first regular, and I never 'got caught' for want of a better term.

Those Days, I was young and carefree, these days, I would probably abort, but would try and figure a way to make it up to the provider, its not their fault!

[Guest081910]

Back before I knew about ASPD and EECIE, I saw and add in the Dallas Observer that was a drop-dead giveaway to what I wanted. I called the provider told me the address where to go and it was the same apartment complex where I lived. That did not bother me as much as the possibility that I might actually run into the provider, poolside, after our "date". I was and am still very married. The girl assured me that if that should happen, we would act as though we had never met each other.

So I found an excuse to get out of the house for a few hours (I was going to visit a sick co-woker who was in a local hospital). I went to the payphone near the pool and called the provider. I told her I was calling from the payphone at the pool . She provided me the apartment number. It was the apartment right across the breezeway from the entrance to my apartment. I think my partment number was 402 and hers was 404. I was instantly excited because I had seen this blonde cutie, many times before, going in and out the apartment, but didn't even realize she was an escort. I knew she had a lot of friends and dated a lot of different guys, but I was a total dummy and didn't put two and two together to figure out what she did for a living. My excitement was turned to intrepidation because of the incall location.

Lucky for me, I know my wife really well, and the first thing she usally does when I leave, is to take a long hot shower or bath. My plan was simple. I would go to the in-call location and should my wife, for any unsuspecting reason pop out the door, I'd just explain I had a dead battery on the car and was looking for some jumper cables.

I tapped on the incall door very lightly and when my neighbor opened the door, she just looked at me with a look that said my timing was totally off. She had on a strapless sundress and heals. I put one finger over my lips and very quietly told her, "I'm your 5 oclock appointment." I was nervous. She just stood there for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, she let me in and closed the door. I introduced myself and she did the same.

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" she asked.

I assured her that I had a good excuse- the jumper cable excuse. Cindy (not her real name) was still not real convinced I was her appointment . . . until I laid a cash donation on the counter top without saying a word. I sat down on the couch and unbuttoned my jeans.

* * * * *

The hard part was leaving. I had to make a very quick exit and make sure I didn't get seen by either my wife or any neighbors. Fortunately, Cindy was rather quick witted. She decided to go next door and knock on my apartment door. My wife answered the door. Cindy told her that she was out of eggs and was in the middle of making a cake and asked if she could borrow some eggs. Knowing my wife was in the kitchen, I made a quick dash out and around the corner.

I went out for a drive and returned home after about an hour.

Now that was one risky adventure.

* * * Nice follow-up- my neighbor actually returned the eggs the next day, pretending to have replaced them with her own, I summise. When I asked my wife who was at the door, she said it was the neighbor across the hallway. . . .I think she moved not long after that, so if you're still hobbying and you remember this, hunt me down . . . .I'm still good for another date.