Zombie Bunny
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Having just read another post about wonky business dealings, I thought twice about this review, but thought a bit more and I don't think it reflects much on my experience at Body Assets Thursday past.
As some might say I'm, "not from round he'ah" but I get to Calgary unchaperoned from time to time. Usually it's on a schedule that's not under my control. Hence my dependence on MPs, as opposed to the girls that visit or local lasses who have lovely places to host short-term guests. I would feel so crap about breaking an appointment at short notice.
Therefore my trip to Body Assets, with no pre-knowledge of its relations to other locations.
I was greeted by Paris, whom in my opinion, physically appeared as a 9 or 10. To my tastes, not just "hot", but "hawt!" Height, measurements, hair, etc.
Further into my massage I noticed what appeared to be a tattoo, and subsequently was shown several. Given this art (understanding I have none, nor desire any), and with the addition of some simple conversation, and the presumption that we are of similar age demographics, I got the impression that this lady would have been an incredible distraction had I seen her in any university-type class, many moons ago.
Is she as 'punk-a-riffic' as I don't appear to be? I think so.
With that said, being new to the establishment it was an exercise in tongue tripping trying to express what was expected as I waited for her to offer, and she waited for me to prove that I had, in fact, partaken of similar massages in the past. Which I have...with satisfying results. Eventually, positive communication was established.
I got a better than average massage with a lovely lady, who (possibly through no fault of her own) intrigued and tempted me. I saw her as the neigh unapproachable 4th year girl at the Swinging Axe Lounge circa the early/mid 1990s (bonus points to clue in that reference) who tempted me, but I never got to....ahem, "know". She made my afternoon melt away in an unrushed fashion. My stressful life vanished. Partly due to my decision to mute my cell, but mostly due to her.
In terms of VFM I would first like to apologize and explain myself. I don't get out often. By the time I'm ready to play it's usually been several....several months since my last dalliance, so the petty-cash fund is usually large. Therefore I don't have to worry too much, and am ~usually~ comfortable going to "all options" rates. Don't worry. There was this one time. The girl thought "Red Deer" meant "Thomson, Man." or, "The Moon," or something. I kinda laughed the right way. Called her "BS" in a positive manner, so my $$$$$ was quite safe. Anyway, Paris' simple companionship cost me $$$, plus a 40 room fee. Her massage was invigorating, she tickled my fancy with her look and attitude, and I would definitely repeat.
I give my time with Paris, of Body Assets on 17th Ave...
4 (four), "bim-Bam-BOOMS!" out of 5(five).
As some might say I'm, "not from round he'ah" but I get to Calgary unchaperoned from time to time. Usually it's on a schedule that's not under my control. Hence my dependence on MPs, as opposed to the girls that visit or local lasses who have lovely places to host short-term guests. I would feel so crap about breaking an appointment at short notice.
Therefore my trip to Body Assets, with no pre-knowledge of its relations to other locations.
I was greeted by Paris, whom in my opinion, physically appeared as a 9 or 10. To my tastes, not just "hot", but "hawt!" Height, measurements, hair, etc.
Further into my massage I noticed what appeared to be a tattoo, and subsequently was shown several. Given this art (understanding I have none, nor desire any), and with the addition of some simple conversation, and the presumption that we are of similar age demographics, I got the impression that this lady would have been an incredible distraction had I seen her in any university-type class, many moons ago.
Is she as 'punk-a-riffic' as I don't appear to be? I think so.
With that said, being new to the establishment it was an exercise in tongue tripping trying to express what was expected as I waited for her to offer, and she waited for me to prove that I had, in fact, partaken of similar massages in the past. Which I have...with satisfying results. Eventually, positive communication was established.
I got a better than average massage with a lovely lady, who (possibly through no fault of her own) intrigued and tempted me. I saw her as the neigh unapproachable 4th year girl at the Swinging Axe Lounge circa the early/mid 1990s (bonus points to clue in that reference) who tempted me, but I never got to....ahem, "know". She made my afternoon melt away in an unrushed fashion. My stressful life vanished. Partly due to my decision to mute my cell, but mostly due to her.
In terms of VFM I would first like to apologize and explain myself. I don't get out often. By the time I'm ready to play it's usually been several....several months since my last dalliance, so the petty-cash fund is usually large. Therefore I don't have to worry too much, and am ~usually~ comfortable going to "all options" rates. Don't worry. There was this one time. The girl thought "Red Deer" meant "Thomson, Man." or, "The Moon," or something. I kinda laughed the right way. Called her "BS" in a positive manner, so my $$$$$ was quite safe. Anyway, Paris' simple companionship cost me $$$, plus a 40 room fee. Her massage was invigorating, she tickled my fancy with her look and attitude, and I would definitely repeat.
I give my time with Paris, of Body Assets on 17th Ave...
4 (four), "bim-Bam-BOOMS!" out of 5(five).