I should start off by saying I don’t have much experience with these encounters. A bit about me: I'm in my early twenties, white, and have always considered myself average-looking. I'm a recent graduate and managed to secure an okay position in the finance department of a medium-sized company. Like many others in my generation, I suffer from crippling social anxiety and have limited interactions with the opposite sex. Communicating effectively has always been challenging for me. I’ve never expected to find a Canadian girl to settle down with, yet the ingrained desire to procreate constantly dominates my thoughts. My current plan is to live frugally with my parents, eat cheaply, and invest nearly every penny I earn into all-equity ETFs to maximize my long-term investment success. Hopefully, in twenty years, I'll have enough capital to escape this shithole country and find a companion abroad—probably somewhere in South America or perhaps the Philippines.
However, last month, the urge for female companionship overwhelmed me, and I decided to seek out an escort. As many of you likely know, despite Waterloo region having over 700,000 people, the availability of escorts is depressingly limited. Eventually, I found a nice-looking girl—I don’t remember her exact name, but she was dark-skinned, ethnicity listed as Caribbean, and I believe her name started with a "C." She wore black lingerie in her photos. Perhaps someone here recognizes the description; her listing has since been taken down. The experience was just okay; despite her Leo List verification, she looked worse in person. It was a lesson I’ve been slow to learn: these girls are masters of editing their photos, though that's probably no surprise to those with more experience. I paid $300 for one hour, justifying it as a way to lose my virginity and gain some real-world experience. Despite paying for a full hour, the session lasted only about 25 minutes, mostly spent in missionary, imagining she was more attractive. As a side note, I don't understand the whole "half-hour vs. hour" thing—apparently, once you ejaculate, it's over, even though I could have continued. Maybe I was naive in thinking "one hour" meant one hour.
As I left, I convinced myself it was a valuable experience but not something I'd repeat. Yet, one month later, those urges returned. I don’t know why I didn’t just "rub one out" and move on, but instead, I found myself back on Leo List, eventually coming across a profile for Bella, also known as Bella Baby. She’s since taken down her listing, but her phone number was 416-624-6270, Instagram: BellaBabexx_, OnlyFans: @onlybellababy. She mostly works in Mississauga but was visiting Waterloo and planned to continue visits. She quoted me $200 for half an hour and $300 for a full hour.
I originally scheduled an hour, but right after I told her I was on my way, she delayed our appointment by half an hour. At that point, I decided to switch to just half an hour—probably the single smartest decision I made. Upon arrival, she came down to meet me wearing just a bra and underwear. Some might find that appealing, but to me, it seemed trashy to do that in a building lobby—fortunately, it was small and empty. Like the first girl, she resembled her photos but looked slightly different in person. The tattoos matched, but clearly, running an OnlyFans page makes her an expert at capturing flattering angles; I suppose they all are. Bella's unit was spacious, with a second floor. She mentioned another girl worked there, too. The communication was smooth enough, though again, this was only my second experience, so my baseline is limited. Honestly, her face wasn't particularly attractive to me, but her body was quite nice, especially her breasts. She gave me a lap dance, put a condom on me, performed oral, and we proceeded with her on top before switching to missionary—similar to my first encounter, though Bella made nicer sounds, and her body felt nicer overall. Her breasts were smaller than in the pictures but still soft and nice. Thinking about it, I kind of wish I'd touched them more.
I initially justified seeing another escort by wanting someone who offered kissing, thinking it would be a new and worthwhile experience. Bella’s profile didn't offer kissing, yet I went ahead anyway, mainly because there weren't many options available. I'd tried messaging others but received no responses. Given that I didn’t find her face attractive, I wasn't particularly disappointed when she allowed kissing only below the head.
Altogether, physical contact lasted about ten minutes, making me glad I didn't pay for a full hour since my understanding is it wouldn’t have made any difference given the fact that the session ends after ejaculation despite my continued erection. The total time spent in her apartment was only about fifteen minutes. At $200 for fifteen minutes, it's a remarkable billable rate—higher than any partner at a Big Four firm I've heard of, except maybe those at the very top with major clients.
I can't say I regret it entirely since I voluntarily entered into this transaction. At the same time, I’m disappointed in myself—disappointed that I gave in against my better judgment, using money I should have invested in the S&P 500 for just ten minutes of fleeting pleasure and dopamine. I feel no better than someone chasing a temporary high from drugs.
Anyway, I just noticed that Sakura Dreams updated their website, advertising an actual Japanese pornstar in Waterloo for $450 an hour. Will I spend $450 to attempt to satisfy desires that clearly can't be fulfilled? Or will I manage to control myself, stick to my original plan of saving money to escape this hell hole of a country, or maybe just kill myself, honestly, I can't say.
So, that's my TED Talk. Hopefully, at least one person found it interesting since I wasted far too much time typing it out. Goodnight.
Edit: I found her listing on a different platform
However, last month, the urge for female companionship overwhelmed me, and I decided to seek out an escort. As many of you likely know, despite Waterloo region having over 700,000 people, the availability of escorts is depressingly limited. Eventually, I found a nice-looking girl—I don’t remember her exact name, but she was dark-skinned, ethnicity listed as Caribbean, and I believe her name started with a "C." She wore black lingerie in her photos. Perhaps someone here recognizes the description; her listing has since been taken down. The experience was just okay; despite her Leo List verification, she looked worse in person. It was a lesson I’ve been slow to learn: these girls are masters of editing their photos, though that's probably no surprise to those with more experience. I paid $300 for one hour, justifying it as a way to lose my virginity and gain some real-world experience. Despite paying for a full hour, the session lasted only about 25 minutes, mostly spent in missionary, imagining she was more attractive. As a side note, I don't understand the whole "half-hour vs. hour" thing—apparently, once you ejaculate, it's over, even though I could have continued. Maybe I was naive in thinking "one hour" meant one hour.
As I left, I convinced myself it was a valuable experience but not something I'd repeat. Yet, one month later, those urges returned. I don’t know why I didn’t just "rub one out" and move on, but instead, I found myself back on Leo List, eventually coming across a profile for Bella, also known as Bella Baby. She’s since taken down her listing, but her phone number was 416-624-6270, Instagram: BellaBabexx_, OnlyFans: @onlybellababy. She mostly works in Mississauga but was visiting Waterloo and planned to continue visits. She quoted me $200 for half an hour and $300 for a full hour.
I originally scheduled an hour, but right after I told her I was on my way, she delayed our appointment by half an hour. At that point, I decided to switch to just half an hour—probably the single smartest decision I made. Upon arrival, she came down to meet me wearing just a bra and underwear. Some might find that appealing, but to me, it seemed trashy to do that in a building lobby—fortunately, it was small and empty. Like the first girl, she resembled her photos but looked slightly different in person. The tattoos matched, but clearly, running an OnlyFans page makes her an expert at capturing flattering angles; I suppose they all are. Bella's unit was spacious, with a second floor. She mentioned another girl worked there, too. The communication was smooth enough, though again, this was only my second experience, so my baseline is limited. Honestly, her face wasn't particularly attractive to me, but her body was quite nice, especially her breasts. She gave me a lap dance, put a condom on me, performed oral, and we proceeded with her on top before switching to missionary—similar to my first encounter, though Bella made nicer sounds, and her body felt nicer overall. Her breasts were smaller than in the pictures but still soft and nice. Thinking about it, I kind of wish I'd touched them more.
I initially justified seeing another escort by wanting someone who offered kissing, thinking it would be a new and worthwhile experience. Bella’s profile didn't offer kissing, yet I went ahead anyway, mainly because there weren't many options available. I'd tried messaging others but received no responses. Given that I didn’t find her face attractive, I wasn't particularly disappointed when she allowed kissing only below the head.
Altogether, physical contact lasted about ten minutes, making me glad I didn't pay for a full hour since my understanding is it wouldn’t have made any difference given the fact that the session ends after ejaculation despite my continued erection. The total time spent in her apartment was only about fifteen minutes. At $200 for fifteen minutes, it's a remarkable billable rate—higher than any partner at a Big Four firm I've heard of, except maybe those at the very top with major clients.
I can't say I regret it entirely since I voluntarily entered into this transaction. At the same time, I’m disappointed in myself—disappointed that I gave in against my better judgment, using money I should have invested in the S&P 500 for just ten minutes of fleeting pleasure and dopamine. I feel no better than someone chasing a temporary high from drugs.
Anyway, I just noticed that Sakura Dreams updated their website, advertising an actual Japanese pornstar in Waterloo for $450 an hour. Will I spend $450 to attempt to satisfy desires that clearly can't be fulfilled? Or will I manage to control myself, stick to my original plan of saving money to escape this hell hole of a country, or maybe just kill myself, honestly, I can't say.
So, that's my TED Talk. Hopefully, at least one person found it interesting since I wasted far too much time typing it out. Goodnight.
Edit: I found her listing on a different platform
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