Anyway I see this ad in the Backpages. And it says something about doing a ‘gravy train’. Sounded kinky, so I say what the heck. I’ve got the itch and I’m up for something a little different. I make the call and get the booker. We set up the time and the place and I confirm the gravy train.
I get to the place and call up. The booker answers and tells me I might have to wait 5 minutes or so. No problem. I stay in the car and listen to some tunes. Five minutes later, I call again. This time the booker tells me it could be another 30 minutes.
WTF!
She tells me that even though she does the booking, the SP often never commits to a schedule. The booker assumes that the SP is with another client or just driving around in his car-where he apparently catches up on his reading and makes some calls.
Now I’ve driven all the way out to Etobicoke for this and there’s no way I’m not going to get my gravy train on. So I figure what the heck, I’ll wait. Besides there was a KFC just next door to the place and I’m a little peckish anyway.
Finish my KFC and I’m on the phone. The booker apologizes and tells me the SP is ready.
Get up to the room and the door opens. Come on. The ad never said anything about a BWM, so I figure this is just another BS place. And I’m ready to bolt, but the SP said there was no BS. Claimed that the newspaper got it wrong, in fact he seemed pretty sure that there was some sort of conspiracy.
So I give the SP the benefit of the doubt and stick around. After all, I was really only interested in a guy and a gravy train. What did it matter that this guy was out of shape.
What a mistake.
I come out of the shower and the SP is on the phone. Talking about some football team and arranging rides for the players. He hangs up and apologizes but then asks me if I want to give him some extra money for this team. WTF? He hasn’t even done anything yet and already he’s all over me for a tip?
Then the phone rings again. Now the SP’s talking about some road work that needs to be done in front of his place. And he’s pretty pushy about it too. And I’m wondering is this part of the gravy train deal?
Then no sooner does he hang up, then the phone rings again. Some sort of problem with the football team. So he hangs up and calls his booker and tells her to get down to the football field to deal with it.
And I’m listening to this and thinking I’m paying to get some service here and the SP is spending all of my time answering the phone.
I decide to cut my losses and get out of there.
Anyway as I’m leaving the SP says something about doing a duo with a guy named Doug. Obviously, after this experience I really don’t want to double down, but I say I’d think about it.
As for the gravy train, I guess YMMV.
Would I repeat? No way. As Voltaire once said after attending his first orgy, “once a philosopher, twice a pervert”.
I get to the place and call up. The booker answers and tells me I might have to wait 5 minutes or so. No problem. I stay in the car and listen to some tunes. Five minutes later, I call again. This time the booker tells me it could be another 30 minutes.
WTF!
She tells me that even though she does the booking, the SP often never commits to a schedule. The booker assumes that the SP is with another client or just driving around in his car-where he apparently catches up on his reading and makes some calls.
Now I’ve driven all the way out to Etobicoke for this and there’s no way I’m not going to get my gravy train on. So I figure what the heck, I’ll wait. Besides there was a KFC just next door to the place and I’m a little peckish anyway.
Finish my KFC and I’m on the phone. The booker apologizes and tells me the SP is ready.
Get up to the room and the door opens. Come on. The ad never said anything about a BWM, so I figure this is just another BS place. And I’m ready to bolt, but the SP said there was no BS. Claimed that the newspaper got it wrong, in fact he seemed pretty sure that there was some sort of conspiracy.
So I give the SP the benefit of the doubt and stick around. After all, I was really only interested in a guy and a gravy train. What did it matter that this guy was out of shape.
What a mistake.
I come out of the shower and the SP is on the phone. Talking about some football team and arranging rides for the players. He hangs up and apologizes but then asks me if I want to give him some extra money for this team. WTF? He hasn’t even done anything yet and already he’s all over me for a tip?
Then the phone rings again. Now the SP’s talking about some road work that needs to be done in front of his place. And he’s pretty pushy about it too. And I’m wondering is this part of the gravy train deal?
Then no sooner does he hang up, then the phone rings again. Some sort of problem with the football team. So he hangs up and calls his booker and tells her to get down to the football field to deal with it.
And I’m listening to this and thinking I’m paying to get some service here and the SP is spending all of my time answering the phone.
I decide to cut my losses and get out of there.
Anyway as I’m leaving the SP says something about doing a duo with a guy named Doug. Obviously, after this experience I really don’t want to double down, but I say I’d think about it.
As for the gravy train, I guess YMMV.
Would I repeat? No way. As Voltaire once said after attending his first orgy, “once a philosopher, twice a pervert”.
