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We all Fuck Up

We all have moments were we goof up as some catastrophe’s are just worst than others. Just the other day I drove down to Home Depot, now I have to admit this can be a great place to meet a man:-) (subject for another time). So I had some renovations to do as I was painting my dad’s room making it nice and cozy for him and new flooring was being installed. It wasn’t that crowded at Home Depot that day as I walked over to the paint department and asked the guy to mix up some paint for me. I generally don’t care to do this I prefer to buy colors of paint as they come. I feel it’s easier when you find yourself running out from not having enough, which was the case here. Unfortunately I had no choice when I discovered I not only ran out of the color I started off with. I had ended with two different shades of paint on the wall. The following morning I woke up after being up all night painting and noticed what had happened. My brillant uncle decide to mix the paint, now I know why it didn’t appear like “ultra white” it was more like “ultra tan”. Of course I fired his ass from paint patrol. I am in charge now.

So there I am waiting for my paint as saw a can of Behr on the counter I walked over to check it believing it could have been mine. You know how sometimes you find yourself waiting on others only to discover you’ve been standing there for nothing the whole time when your stuff had been complete. I’m not the kind of person who likes wasting time as I thought maybe this could be the case. As I noticed a young man talking on the phone and know one else helping at the counter, I had nobody to ask. As I tilted the can to look at the number the chinese guy next to me mumbled something and before I know it the fucken paint spills all over the counter. Oh that was great, what brilliant ass wad didn’t close the lid on the can? The chinese guy decides to draw attention by yelling at me. “I told you it was my paint”!! Oh sorry are those the words you mumbled? As I looked around only to find eyes gleaming at me with disappointment. I decided to crawl away in shame. Not minutes before I did the kid on the phone continuing to give me his evil eye I couldn’t help but say, Okay I am sorry I FUCKED UP!!! Doesn’t everybody?

My mother was like what’s going on? After I told her the episode of spilling the paint on the counter another kid appeared at the counter and I just explained what I did as he was the only nice person not to give me any shit but the chines guy wouldn’t let it go. The young kid was nice enough to clean up my mess so I continued my day shopping at Home Depot.

Lola Lane is dumb Bitch

Years ago when I started in the adult biz I came across an old timer named Jesse Adams Jesse wasn’t a bad guy we were friends for several years, but he was getting old and slow and I was frustrated with his lack of ambition. I just know this if he ever drops dead I would very much want to inherit all of his equipment and footage that he owns. Well prior to meeting Jesse I met a young black women named LolaLane she was a black porn actress for years and escort which she probably still is and lived in Compton (of course where else). She had her own pimp boyfriend and she sometimes worked with Pamela Peaks or would get advice from her about escorting. Lola wasn’t as smart as she thought and she ran her mouth off gossiping about everybody which I didn’t like about her. So let me indulge you with a very crazy episode that happened in my life of how this dumb bitch nearly got me popped.

This happened nearly a decade ago. One afternoon I had received an email from a white male, older man who said he was staying at the Radison Hotel off of the 91 frwy, which I believe is the Torrance area. At that time I no longer allowed people to call me especially after the first encounter, which has been the only one. He wanted to see me that afternoon around 5pm or 6pm. I don’t remember his exact words of the email, however it was convincing enough that I called him at his job, which he gave all information to. So as I spoke to him (calling from a blocked number) there was something about his behavior I didn’t like just a bad vibe I guess and I told him I wasn’t interested and not to contact me again. Now before I lose my train of thought, let me just say for those providers who continue to ask people for their job information and confirming their work and stuff is a huge waste of time. I guess it is good to have the information to collect it and compare it to others in case you do find your self with some asshole or creep. My point is it’s not a solid way to go. It doesn’t assure anything. Even stupid sites like DATE CHECK and PREFERRED 411 and many others who claim to have a solid system. These women can’t guarantee that some member might not be law enforcement. Their verification system is not even thorough.

So anyhow let’s get back to what I saying, this man was very persistent and told me he knew Lola Lane personally and could verify to assure me he was legit. 1) clue cops are pushy. I told him again I am not interested and hung up. He sends another email a few minutes later saying he spoke to LolaLane and to just give him an opportunity to meet him. I decide “fuck it” let me call Lola herself and find out what the hell is going on. Lola still carried a cell phone to answer to her patrons. When I called her, she said he called her and asked if she could refer him to me, that he wanted to meet me. She said he continued to talk about the time they met. The problem with that was Lola said to me she couldn’t remember him at all. Now this is what annoyed most. I mean what the fuck you don’t keep track of your “jons” that’s just stupid. What she did say was that she must have met him because he knew what kind of car she drove and that they spoke in the parking lot of some hotel she regularly would meet her clients at. (I can’t recall the name of the hotel). Another stupid move on her part if this was true 2) never see people at the same hotel/motel on a regular basis. It’s Los Angeles for god sake anyone you know could see you by chance. Now remember those were his words to Lola, she never remembered the guy. I didn’t cross my mind till later after what happened to me. That this guy must have been following or watching her, because why would he know what kind of car she drove.

I mean honestly what the fuck were they walking out together to the parking lot that to me was odd. If this was the case another stupid move. There was one factor I did find myself taking into consideration, he claimed to be a regular on TheErotic Review and that he was a “big boob lover” and yes this person who ever they were did have legit comments and reviews on women, but let’s keep in mind it doesn’t mean the one being so persistent was the actual person who wrote those reviews. Anyone can claim anything or pretend to be someone from TheErotic Review even the police. Let’s not be naive about that.

So this is what went down. There I go being a fool and driving out to the Radison. Before I drove up to the hotel I stopped at a phone both I saw near a store, so I decide to call his room directly. I wish I could remember his name, but I honestly can’t. However I will never forget his face. The first clue I had was the obvious CLICK, CLICK, CLICK on the phone, it’s being traced. Regardless this guy was on 3rd floor (most cops like the 1st floor or corner rooms, easy access). I should have left right then and there and I didn’t. See this is the dumb part about people they see the obvious, they know the obvious and they do it anyway. I went to the hotel walked into the lobby 3) several men sitting in the lobby and behaving stupid like kids. It was a dead give away. I took the elevator to his room and sure enough he was a white male very tall with blue eyes, good looking and what “freaked me out” was because he looked exactly like a man I was dating in my personal life who lived Orange County only he was more slender than Don. So I walked in and like a dumb ass I took my sun glasses off and set them down on the table, why the fuck I did that I will never know.

He seemed thrilled I was there and the one instruction he did follow was that he left the cash in an envelope in the bathroom on the toilet tank. We didn’t say to much to each other but he seemed your typical horn dog. However I do recall that he had this white plastic bag and an old brown suitcase, really old on the floor. 4) a customer doesn’t need to bring in anything to the room with him everybody is local not on vacation. So we didn’t waste anytime before I knew it he observing my kitty like a gynecologist. I never fully took off my clothes thank goodness because the next thing I know I am looking up where a picture should be hanging only to see two recording microphones on the wall 3 inches apart from each other with a piece of duck tape on each one. As I grasped for a breath and sat up I said nothing and pointed that I need to go to the restroom. As I got up and headed for the bathroom I noticed that both doors were angled towards each other when opened. As I didn’t waste anytime I took off my foot wear even my stockings and rolled up my cuffs put everything in my small handbag, took the cash and your gonna love this, shoved up there, yes that’s right up my kitty and tossed the envelope with my name down the toilet as the sound hopefully camouflaged the door opening I pulled the lock open to the front and booked it so fucken fast down the hallway, you’d think I just became a marathon runner.

I started to bang on the elevator buttons and then realized this is not the way to go and remembered where I parked my car which was on the side of the hotel near an exit. I flew down the staircase because every hotel has a staircase and boom!! Wouldn’t you know it. There was my car I jumped in and took off. I was so over whelmed I kept missing the freeway on ramp, finally I made it back home and I stopped to call Pam Peaks I was raging angry because of LolaLane. At that point I think I was more mad at myself for not listening to every observation and instinct I knew. I later called Lola after I was able to grasp my composure and told her what happened, she still couldn’t remember this asshole but you know what she did remember, she remembered he had an “old brown suitcase”. I was baffled I couldn’t fucken believe it and just thought to myself did this “bitch just set me up”?

In this business you can’t trust anyone not even yourself sometimes as I described my failure in not listening to myself when I should have. I have experienced some crazy shit with the police and lost all credibility I guess in the industry as a provider. The one positive fact I can express is that I am seriously glad I did experience this shit because if I hadn’t these moments I would never know what I know now and I wouldn’t have the strong sense that I do. The cops don’t scare me because once you let them know their cover is a bust, they can’t do shit and they know it. I do believe it then becomes illegal entrapment. It does piss me off however that I would like to meet and share my life with someone great but what a challenge that is when their on my ass assuming the worst and following my internet activity. Somethings never change I guess, I guess things will change when I move away out of the country. After all this drama happened I went on TER and told people who the hobbyist was and more less what happened to let people know, either that guy was a real under cover using the hobbyist information or he was the hobbyist himself and got his own ass busted and just picked me out of the grab bag to roll on being a nice guy working with the police.

Wouldn’t you know it the dumb whores get pissed off at me and start talking shit, they actually defended him and said he was a great guy and all this other bullshit. I couldn’t fucken believe it. Instead of giving me some small bit of emotional support, which I nearly ended up in county they defend the hobbyist instead. Oh excuse the fuck out of me!!!! Yeah your right the client would never do a girl wrong if he got his ass busted. These dumb bitches find it easier to turn on each other than to stand together.

As for LolaLane that was the last time I ever trusted her bad judgment again not to mention the nice new pair of sunglasses I lost in the room with my finger prints all over them. Wouldn’t you know it that cock sucker had the nerve to write me an email before I even got home from his shenanigan’s he pulled only to smooth me over. After noticing the time on the email it’s was within minutes. How interesting he must of had a computer in his old brown suitcase. I seriously needed a stiff drink after this bullshit, so I pulled out my pussy money and washed it clean to go have dinner and drinks on the police:-)

Dating is a Bitch

Just a few weeks ago I decide to try this website for online dating, yes I know, what can a girl do, but I’m alone with no man in my life. I have to say it’s a bitch to date and my intentions are legit, regardless of past experiences in the adult biz. I am human with feelings and desires just like anybody else, but this is really fucken ridiculous when a woman can’t even have a date with out law enforcement still tagging on my ass. I am just fucken sick of it. The site looked good but the majority of men on this dating site either have issues or seriously lack confidence. They view a woman’s profile a number of times but never once have the balls to correspond. So one day I decide to email a few people and wouldn’t you know just my luck this cock sucker turns out to be from Anaheim, Ca which is okay but in addition he was an undercover cop. He seemed normal at first but I did have reservations and then I just thought to myself, okay maybe I’m being paranoid, so I decide to continue to talk to him regularly and see how it goes. The first time I called his number was 714-883-6100 already I am questioning this, from what I have personally learned any number that ends in 6100, 1900, 2100 the 00 part is what I am referring to, is because these are usually city, county, private owners or private company numbers that the phone company will assign. It’s very rare it would be a residential number. Of course if he is a cop like I assume it would be a county or city number. So when I called he answers his phone “John’s Forklift Service”. Some people might think nothing of it. However that business name appeared to be generic or artificial somehow to me.

The situation gets better when he asked me out, he asked where I wanted to go for dinner. I said, Parker’s Light House in Long Beach, this is my favorite restaurant. So what I did was give him directions of a different residence not my home address. Our last conversation before he was to pick me up. I hear the click, click, click on the phone and I said to him, “did you hear that”? He said no, it must be on your end. I knew it then he was either an undercover cop or the police were interfering with my phone conversation. I really found myself wanting to give this person the benefit of the doubt, but see doing this even when I know, what I know is how people get caught. Before I decided to walk out to meet him. I watch from a window to see him drive up. I never saw the car for some reason but I knew he was there as I walked out to the back yard I saw an old black Lexus parked. I don’t recall the year, but I wouldn’t forget it if I saw it again. Not soon after I immediately noticed a white car that drove up a few minutes later with a young white male as the driver, he was alone and drove rather fast up the street. The car looked like a jeep not really sure because I was fixated on the person driving. His behavior is what struck me and seemed odd, very over excited as he looked back over his shoulder to confirm the person in the dead end who was parked. Now why would someone need to look over his shoulder? The majority of people who live in this neighborhood are to the right of the street not the dead end. There are only two houses that sit in that dead end area of the block, so who cares what cars are parked there. It was confirmed he was law enforcement.

Since my instincts confirmed I was right. I just thought why not? I’m going to go along with it and play the part, let’s see what happens. I am not doing anything or suggesting anything. I have every good intention to have legitimate date. See this is the exciting part because you always learn something new. As for LE they were having a good time at my expense and at least I had a nice dinner on him:-) As I walked out the door and over to his car, I noticed his head was turned because he expected to see me walk out the other house. He soon saw me and got out of the car. I just looked at him and the first words out of my mouth were. You look very different from your picture. He said nothing other than hello and open the door for me. He certainly did not look like the man in the photo’s so that in itself was a misrepresentation.

He closed the door and we drove off. His observations were sharp as he commented that I wasn’t carrying a handbag. He wondered why? I said I didn’t need one and I wasn’t nothing, no ID, no keys, nothing. I have done this many times going out with men and he was the first to ask why? As we drove I tried to look for clues while in the car, but it appeared clean and I just listened to his bullshit as he talked. What I should have done was demanded is CDL or open the clove box and look for the registration to the car. I have done this before to others only to confirm the car they drove didn’t belong to them. What is interesting is how this idiot asked about the restaurant and couldn’t even get the directions straight, but we finally got there. The entire time we drove he told me of his past drug problems and how he was only sober the last 5 years of his life and that he had taken over this trucking business selling forklifts. Who knows if any of this is even true. The dinner turned out to be lovely but he really seemed distant and not interested in who I was anyhow, but then maybe it’s because he already knew what he only needed to know. It didn’t cross my mind until I was home that I should have looked at his credit card to confirm his name when he went to the restroom. I recall during our ride to Long Beach I asked what his last name was. He said “ROY”, oh man!!! What a joke. John Roy yeah that sounds as artificial as his business name. After dinner we walked all around, didn’t talk about anything important and yet he showed and lack of interest when I did have something to say, even to the point his head was rudely looking in the other direction like he could careless.. I was bored to death and not attracted to this person at all. A few hours later we left and he took me home. I never gave him a number to reach me but I did leave my email address. I never bothered to call him I really didn’t care.

A week later he sends me a one line sentence email (which pisses me off when people do that) which I didn’t appreciate since he displayed having no manners writing a sexual remark and if I could call him so we can go out again. What a joke if I wanted to be set up with a cop at least give me a cop who is extremely attractive and tall with broad shoulders, a mans man like that Orange County Sheriff Allen I have thing for. At least he would turn me on and be worth fucking. Officer Allen is so fucken sexy he is definitely worth getting arrested with my pants down:-) LOL!! I found myself was so turned off by John’s ignorance, but I replied only to say if he wanted to go out again then I wanted to go down to San Diego and see Pat Benatar that she was performing at Humphrey’s by the Bay. He replies back with “he needs to get to know me better before he spends money like that.” Well don’t worry you “cheap fuck” you don’t have to. Of course I never bothered again. It’s bad enough being set up for no reason other than to be fucked over. Now I have to deal with some cheap fuck. I don’t think so. I don’t need to be insulted any more than I have.

This is a photo of John Roy but he looks nothing like his picture. He stands average about 5′7 white male, poor skin complexion, brown eyes and has a crew cut haircut with salt and pepper hair color. His number is 714-883-6100 and the email address he uses is jpr9265@yahoo.com