Her Houston provider ad popped up yesterday morning, followed a few minutes later by an email. We had previously been set for a date in early October, but she canceled on a timely basis, citing an excuse along the lines of "Uncle Claude forgot to shut the cattle gap so I was late at the airport from chasing them escaped calves". No big deal, just an unexpected opportunity for me to check out Classy Kimberly. Surprised by joy, I was deprived of nothing by her failure to arrive in Houston. Kimberly is a treasure.
Later in October Julia Suzette emailed me about a planned makeup sortie to Houston, but this was during Dayana's visit and I had 2-hours scheduled with her on consecutive nights during her stay...Thank goodness I resisted Julia's entreaties to see her one of those nights rather than Dayana; that would have been my all-time stupidest decision because she allegedly started illing and NS/NC'd Snorkle and other fine fellows. I bought the illing part, and conveniently ignored her lack of even a courtesy call to those stranded mongers. I wonder whether Snorkle et al were scheduled for one or multi-hours.
Which brings us to her yesterday's email: "Third time's the charm", or something similar, it began....hopes she hadn't burnt bridges by her serial clusterfucks got expressed...Despite being drained by a strenuous weekend with an old friend in another city, then driving back to Houston to get re-drained on Sunday night, I agreed to book a 1-hour session just because her pics are hot and because she claims to provide a compelling menu. Five e-mails were exchanged, each way. I sniffed a tell in her third email when she confirmed the time, but questioned the duration..."7 this evening it is
...just one hour?" My hairs stood on end when I saw that pointed question.
Regardless, I trundled over to the lobby of her hotel and S.O.P. called at 5 minutes before...no answer. Called again on the hour...no answer. And again at 5 minutes past the hour...no answer, at which point I hauled ass. Called a couple of additional times en route back to Hqs, no answer, nor did she call or email.
Well, hell, I tried to keep reminding myself of my inordinately good luck in never having experienced a "joy" like that during my entire 5+ years of this "hobby" nonsense...sure, a time or two little Ashley and I had miscommunications when we had to meet at the pizza joint in BFE...but I never left the house until I was certain the trip would not be wasted and nothing in little Ashley's behavior with me rose to the level of cold-blooded contempt shown by this "classic" NC/NS.
I had assessed Julia Suzette to be of good character. I erred. Right or wrong, the lesson I took from this episode is this: boys, when you book an hour with Julia Suzette, you must never forget you are flying on standby.
Thus ends the sad saga of unkie donny and julia suzette.
But my lucky streak continues:
Back at hqs, stuffed to the gills with V, circling confused like a bewildered dog finding a place to lay down, and contemplating slamming the car door on Little Elvis to facilitate laying down, I fired up my computer in order to post about my Joys(not) With Julia....but I got sidetracked by pics of this pretty girl...Barbie708. I never met her, had swerved away because of rumors of management and the cbj curse, but had lately heard reassuring things about her and called. Left a vm. She called back immediately, I explained the circumstances, fired her my P411, and 20 minutes later was at her inkall.
Well, I had forgotten about the cbj part and boogered a bit when she wrapped Elvis before kissing him...but, so what...other than that, which in and of itself is not a big deal to me, I was very extremely happy at how the night turned out for me. I gotta tell you, boys, Barbie708 is an under-rated treasure...she's marching directly into my starting rotation.
Viva Barbie 708!
Julia WHO?
My first NC/NS ever: Gee, thanks, Julia Suzette
