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I didn't date an RMP girl per se, though I had a legitimate date with one, if this is can offer any insight.
We met about a year ago at one of the popular RMPs on the east side. I'd read good reviews and she exceeded expectations as far as being my type. Bear in mind I delude myself that there's a "real" connection nearly every time I go to one of these places, but this time I truly believed it was genuine. A very comfortable, fun time, and of course I returned to see her not long after, and the vibe continued. By the third visit a month later we dispensed with the standard session and just lay on the table and talked. I felt bad that she gave me an HE, in fact, because it seemed to cheapen our time together (remember, I'm deluded). Before I left she gave me her cell number and e-mail address.
We started corresponding by e-mail and ultimately went to a movie together one night, followed by drinks. What I liked about her (other than the obvious) was that she was quite smart, not a party girl like some of the RMP girls I've met over the years, with a sly sense of humor. But she had her own drama going on, of course, be it money issues or trying to get her visa. She spoke about a former roommate, also an RMP girl, who ultimately moved in with a sugar daddy. I couldn't bring myself to ask her if that's what she was looking for with me, my ego couldn't bear the truth. She certainly never asked me for anything. We had, to my mind, a great night. The time at the bar post-movie was flirtatious and genuine, and we ended up on the street making out. I was thrilled, because this was someone I'd loved to have dated. But on the cab ride back to her apartment I got this sinking feeling that I had my one shot with her and I'd blown it somehow, which ultimately proved to be the case. Maybe it was the age difference? She was unpleasantly surprised to learn that I'm about 10 years older than she thought I was (that's the last time I'll reveal my true age). Maybe because I hadn't offered a financial reward? She was not the gold-digger type, but who knows. Needless to say I was extremely disappointed. In retrospect I wish I'd kept it to strictly visiting her at the RMP, as I'd still be seeing her that way today.
As fate would have it, I ran into her a number of times in the real world a few months later and we started e-mailing and texting again. I tried to get another date but it never happened. My sense is that in her culture, any offer she accepts has with it an unwritten expectation of reciprocation, and she didn't want to be beholden to anyone.
We met about a year ago at one of the popular RMPs on the east side. I'd read good reviews and she exceeded expectations as far as being my type. Bear in mind I delude myself that there's a "real" connection nearly every time I go to one of these places, but this time I truly believed it was genuine. A very comfortable, fun time, and of course I returned to see her not long after, and the vibe continued. By the third visit a month later we dispensed with the standard session and just lay on the table and talked. I felt bad that she gave me an HE, in fact, because it seemed to cheapen our time together (remember, I'm deluded). Before I left she gave me her cell number and e-mail address.
We started corresponding by e-mail and ultimately went to a movie together one night, followed by drinks. What I liked about her (other than the obvious) was that she was quite smart, not a party girl like some of the RMP girls I've met over the years, with a sly sense of humor. But she had her own drama going on, of course, be it money issues or trying to get her visa. She spoke about a former roommate, also an RMP girl, who ultimately moved in with a sugar daddy. I couldn't bring myself to ask her if that's what she was looking for with me, my ego couldn't bear the truth. She certainly never asked me for anything. We had, to my mind, a great night. The time at the bar post-movie was flirtatious and genuine, and we ended up on the street making out. I was thrilled, because this was someone I'd loved to have dated. But on the cab ride back to her apartment I got this sinking feeling that I had my one shot with her and I'd blown it somehow, which ultimately proved to be the case. Maybe it was the age difference? She was unpleasantly surprised to learn that I'm about 10 years older than she thought I was (that's the last time I'll reveal my true age). Maybe because I hadn't offered a financial reward? She was not the gold-digger type, but who knows. Needless to say I was extremely disappointed. In retrospect I wish I'd kept it to strictly visiting her at the RMP, as I'd still be seeing her that way today.
As fate would have it, I ran into her a number of times in the real world a few months later and we started e-mailing and texting again. I tried to get another date but it never happened. My sense is that in her culture, any offer she accepts has with it an unwritten expectation of reciprocation, and she didn't want to be beholden to anyone.