For the start of my story we must rewind to about winter of 2010. I had been in a car accident and was doing rehab as a result. I had all sorts of soreness lingering. A person at the hospital suggested I try some massage therapy to help with it. I had no clue where to go so I cruised all around town looking for a good place to frequent. A few times I was propositioned for the happy ending but never partook because that's just not right, you know
. One day I met up with a few people to eat at what was formerly Zorro's when after the meal I was walking back to my car and saw the glowing red sign of the infamous VIP Spa. I think to myself, Hmmm, maybe I'll try that out some time. Next day I went, around evening time, I went back. Walked in and instantly notice that it's not quite like the others I went to. It was a lot more visually appealing if you get my drift. Walk in, pay, get the shower, laying down with hot packs on my back, draped, and in walks my girl. Don't remember the girl's name but she comes in does a halfass rub on my legs and upper back. I flip over, same halfass rub. Nothing sketchy, nothing provocative, pretty straight forward. At the end she gets my water, I get dressed and leave. The whole thing struck me as odd. When I get home I google that place and the reviews from this site pop up. Holy cow, I spent quite a while reading with this place on one tab and urban dictionary on another. Mind was blown. Always thought of SA as pretty boring. I spent the next few months lurking before dipping in. And hell yes I went back to VIP. I thought about joining, then decided not to, going back and forth with the idea. It wasn't until a shitty experience on BP that I joined officially for the soul purpose of putting that bitch on blast. Ever since then I've been hooked. I love it here. The hobby rules. I've had such a blast meeting people and swapping stories. This place has it all: laid back people, nutcases, bonn11, the list just keeps going. A married friend was telling me one time that he had never been with a black girl. I thought to myself that I don't want to be that guy. I don't want to have Coulda/Shouldas in my life. I'm crossing shit off my bucket list. I've plowed BBWs all the way down to size 0s, from white light to dark as night. Still haven't banged a midget, but I'm on the lookout. Every now and then I think about the money I've spent in the hobby. Sometimes with guilt. There are starving kids in Africa and I'm here blowing my money on, uh, blowing haha. But then I say fuck it, I probably would have blown it on some stupid shit anyways. I don't regret one dime.
Well, here's to 3 good years (plus 6 months lurking) and many many more to come!!
