LaffingBear

I was not an easy client for the screening and arranging process.   I asked ALOT  of questions.   Screened for very specific things.  I have no doubt that many, perhaps a majority, of rentguys decided that I wasn't worth the effort; it was worth it to me to not arrive and have a hassle.  I may have missed out on some potentially excellent experiences.  
Examples: I informed guys that I was experienced.  That if they didn't match their pictures, we wouldn't continue.  And, I walked away from several sessions for a variety of reasons.  I've written this before; I'm just wired to go to great lengths to not feel taken advantage of, duped, or cheated.  And to not feel victimized. 
I'm still shocked when I read "I knew it was a problem when he arrived... but I continued.  It was bad."
All things considered, I'd say I was a pain in the ass during arrangements.  However, I don't have many negative reviews of sessions that went the scheduled time; I can't think of anyone I spent 60 minutes or more with that was an unpleasant experience. 
And nowadays, I'd be even worse.  I travel.  Until 2023, I'd look, go through rent men.  But one by one, I'd find reasons to eliminate one person after another.   So the Ah hah moment is exactly as this thread is titled: It's me, I'm the problem.  Or at least, I'm the issue - my head is simply not in the right place to be hiring, and I'm too old and experienced to let my crotch force a mistake.

I was not an easy client for the screening and arranging process.   I asked ALOT  of questions.   Screened for very specific things.  I have no doubt that many, perhaps a majority, of rentguys decided that I wasn't worth the effort; it was worth it to me to not arrive and have a hassle.  I may have missed out on some potentially excellent experiences.  
Examples: I informed guys that I was experienced.  That if they didn't match their pictures, we wouldn't continue.  And, I walked away from several sessions for a variety of reasons.  I've written this before; I'm just wired to go to great lengths to not feel taken advantage of, duped, or cheated.  And to not feel victimized. 
I'm still shocked when I read "I knew it was a problem when he arrived... but I continued.  It was bad."
All things considered, I'd say I was a pain in the ass during arrangements.  However, I don't have many negative reviews of sessions that went the scheduled time; I can't think of anyone I spent 60 minutes or more with that was an unpleasant experience. 
And nowadays, I'd be even worse.  I travel.  Until 2023, I'd look, go through rent men.  But one by one, I'd find reasons to eliminate one person after another.   So the Ah hah moment is exactly as this thread is titled: It's me, I'm the problem.  Or at least, I'm the issue - my head is simply not in the right place to be hiring, and I'm too old and experienced to let my crotch force a mistake.

I was not an easy client for the screening and arranging process.   I asked ALOT  of questions.   Screened for very specific things.  I have no doubt that many, perhaps a majority, of rentguys decided that I wasn't worth the effort; it was worth it to me to not arrive and have a hassle.  I may have missed out on some potentially excellent experiences.  
Examples: I informed guys that I was experienced.  That if they didn't match their pictures, we wouldn't continue.  And, I walked away from several sessions for a variety of reasons.  I've written this before; I'm just wired to go to great lengths to not feel taken advantage of, duped, or cheated.  And to not feel victimized. 
I'm still shocked when I read "I knew it was a problem when he arrived... but I continued.  It was bad."
All things considered, I'd say I was a pain in the ass during arrangements.  However, I don't have many negative reviews of sessions that went the scheduled time; I can't think of anyone I spent 60 minutes or more with that was an unpleasant experience. 
And nowadays, I'd be even worse.  I travel.  Until 2023, I'd look, go through rent men.  But one by one, I'd find reasons to eliminate one person after another.   So the Ah hah moment is exactly as this thread is titled: It's me, I'm the problem.  Or at least, I'm the issue - my head is simply not in the right place to be hiring, and I'm too old and experienced to let my crotch force a mistake.

I was not an easy client for the screening and arranging process.   I asked ALOT  of questions.   Screened for very specific things.  I have no doubt that many, perhaps a majority, of rentguys decided that I wasn't worth the effort; it was worth it to me to not arrive and have a hassle.  I may have missed out on some potentially excellent experiences.  
Examples: I informed guys that I was experienced.  That if they didn't match their pictures, we wouldn't continue.  And, I walked away from several sessions for a variety of reasons.  I've written this before; I'm just wired to go to great lengths to not feel taken advantage of, duped, or cheated.  And to not feel victimized. 
I'm still shocked when I read "I knew it was a problem when he arrived... but I continued.  It was bad."
All things considered, I'd say I was a pain in the ass during arrangements.  However, I don't have many negative reviews of sessions that went the scheduled time; I can't think of anyone I spent 60 minutes or more with that was an unpleasant experience. 
And nowadays, I'd be even worse.  I travel.  Until 2023, I'd look, go through rent men.  But one by one, I'd find reasons to eliminate one person after another.   So the Ah hah moment is exactly as this thread is titled: It's me, I'm the problem.  Or at least, I'm the issue - my head is simply not in the right place to be hiring, and I'm too old and experienced to let my crotch force a mistake.

1. Use common sense.  If something seems to good to be true, it is.  If that inner warning light is flashing,abort.
If I think back on my bad experiences, I can attribute most to my own determination to override that inner voice that told me "this is a bad idea".
2. If starting to feel victimized, have some fortitude.   I've never been physically threatened, but I've had guys try to use intimidation to cheat me.  I'm no big brave guy... but I've taken a deep breath and 
-pulled the car over, gone to the passenger side and yanked out a scammer who wouldn't leave
-picked up the phone in a hotel room and asked for security to rid myself of a problem.
-stood my ground demanding my money back after I paid upon his arrival at my place, then refusal to do anything
-just gotten up and left when at their place, and it's clear they were dishonest.
I'm always surprised when I read reports by guys who conceded defeat very quickly, not want to make a fuss, avoiding confrontation, even following through after arriving to a dishonest description. The bad guys exploit that.  Every situation is different... I'm not advocating placing oneself in danger.  Just don't be a wimp.
 

Guess I'm an exception.   Just shy of 65.  And I feel elderly in many ways.
I say old people things.  I tell young people that they'll feel differently after they have more experience.   Roll my eyes at young folk willingness to follow trends.  Couldn't name 80% of the performers if I watched the Grammys,.  I occasionally hear a phrase leave my lips that was a staple of my grandfather. 
I've been known to groan upon standing from a very low sofa.  I can't stuff my face anymore.  I no longer consider using my teeth as tools as I might have when younger.  If I slip/trip and fall like a klutz, my friends gasp and make sure I'm alright... 30 years ago, they'd have laughed their asses off.  Two years ago, I fell asleep sitting up in a chair for the first time in my life.   I feel refreshed and accomplished if I wake up in the morning and realize that I slept 8 hours without a prostate bio-run.
I spent the better part of my younger weekends in gay bars and clubs.  Not only doesnt the bar scene interest me anymore, I cringe at the idea of being one of the old guys I used to see sitting at the bar.  Even 6-8 years ago, I was perusing Grindr when traveling.   My last hire was February 2020, and I was sick with Covid 36 hours later.  Now, I'd rather read a book than deal with Grindr, rentmen, etc.  
I may not be infirm, or ready for the rocking chair.  But, at least attitudinally, I've developed many symptoms of fuddy-duddy-itis.  And the confirming symptom: I'm content with the other symptoms. 
 

Guess I'm an exception.   Just shy of 65.  And I feel elderly in many ways.
I say old people things.  I tell young people that they'll feel differently after they have more experience.   Roll my eyes at young folk willingness to follow trends.  Couldn't name 80% of the performers if I watched the Grammys,.  I occasionally hear a phrase leave my lips that was a staple of my grandfather. 
I've been known to groan upon standing from a very low sofa.  I can't stuff my face anymore.  I no longer consider using my teeth as tools as I might have when younger.  If I slip/trip and fall like a klutz, my friends gasp and make sure I'm alright... 30 years ago, they'd have laughed their asses off.  Two years ago, I fell asleep sitting up in a chair for the first time in my life.   I feel refreshed and accomplished if I wake up in the morning and realize that I slept 8 hours without a prostate bio-run.
I spent the better part of my younger weekends in gay bars and clubs.  Not only doesnt the bar scene interest me anymore, I cringe at the idea of being one of the old guys I used to see sitting at the bar.  Even 6-8 years ago, I was perusing Grindr when traveling.   My last hire was February 2020, and I was sick with Covid 36 hours later.  Now, I'd rather read a book than deal with Grindr, rentmen, etc.  
I may not be infirm, or ready for the rocking chair.  But, at least attitudinally, I've developed many symptoms of fuddy-duddy-itis.  And the confirming symptom: I'm content with the other symptoms. 
 

I'm only 1/3 of the way through the thread, and so maybe this poster isn't even "here" anymore, (further, maybe it's suggested later in the thread that escorts don't chime in)  I gotta ask, who the fuck are you hiring?  Or, more importantly, why, if you've been threatened or felt threatened, in multiple situations, do you continue to hire non-vetted escorts?  Unless he's off his meds, these situations would never happen with escorts who have good reputations.
 
P.S. Ten minutes later I see I should delete what I just typed above, but I'll leave it just to shame myself.  I'm living in the past, without Hooboy/Daddy Reviews how is anyone supposed to know who the Good-Reputation guys even are.  Apologies, IGNORE ME!  And, of course, I'm sorry those situations happened to you LaffingBear.

Guess I'm an exception.   Just shy of 65.  And I feel elderly in many ways.
I say old people things.  I tell young people that they'll feel differently after they have more experience.   Roll my eyes at young folk willingness to follow trends.  Couldn't name 80% of the performers if I watched the Grammys,.  I occasionally hear a phrase leave my lips that was a staple of my grandfather. 
I've been known to groan upon standing from a very low sofa.  I can't stuff my face anymore.  I no longer consider using my teeth as tools as I might have when younger.  If I slip/trip and fall like a klutz, my friends gasp and make sure I'm alright... 30 years ago, they'd have laughed their asses off.  Two years ago, I fell asleep sitting up in a chair for the first time in my life.   I feel refreshed and accomplished if I wake up in the morning and realize that I slept 8 hours without a prostate bio-run.
I spent the better part of my younger weekends in gay bars and clubs.  Not only doesnt the bar scene interest me anymore, I cringe at the idea of being one of the old guys I used to see sitting at the bar.  Even 6-8 years ago, I was perusing Grindr when traveling.   My last hire was February 2020, and I was sick with Covid 36 hours later.  Now, I'd rather read a book than deal with Grindr, rentmen, etc.  
I may not be infirm, or ready for the rocking chair.  But, at least attitudinally, I've developed many symptoms of fuddy-duddy-itis.  And the confirming symptom: I'm content with the other symptoms. 
 

Guess I'm an exception.   Just shy of 65.  And I feel elderly in many ways.
I say old people things.  I tell young people that they'll feel differently after they have more experience.   Roll my eyes at young folk willingness to follow trends.  Couldn't name 80% of the performers if I watched the Grammys,.  I occasionally hear a phrase leave my lips that was a staple of my grandfather. 
I've been known to groan upon standing from a very low sofa.  I can't stuff my face anymore.  I no longer consider using my teeth as tools as I might have when younger.  If I slip/trip and fall like a klutz, my friends gasp and make sure I'm alright... 30 years ago, they'd have laughed their asses off.  Two years ago, I fell asleep sitting up in a chair for the first time in my life.   I feel refreshed and accomplished if I wake up in the morning and realize that I slept 8 hours without a prostate bio-run.
I spent the better part of my younger weekends in gay bars and clubs.  Not only doesnt the bar scene interest me anymore, I cringe at the idea of being one of the old guys I used to see sitting at the bar.  Even 6-8 years ago, I was perusing Grindr when traveling.   My last hire was February 2020, and I was sick with Covid 36 hours later.  Now, I'd rather read a book than deal with Grindr, rentmen, etc.  
I may not be infirm, or ready for the rocking chair.  But, at least attitudinally, I've developed many symptoms of fuddy-duddy-itis.  And the confirming symptom: I'm content with the other symptoms. 
 

Guess I'm an exception.   Just shy of 65.  And I feel elderly in many ways.
I say old people things.  I tell young people that they'll feel differently after they have more experience.   Roll my eyes at young folk willingness to follow trends.  Couldn't name 80% of the performers if I watched the Grammys,.  I occasionally hear a phrase leave my lips that was a staple of my grandfather. 
I've been known to groan upon standing from a very low sofa.  I can't stuff my face anymore.  I no longer consider using my teeth as tools as I might have when younger.  If I slip/trip and fall like a klutz, my friends gasp and make sure I'm alright... 30 years ago, they'd have laughed their asses off.  Two years ago, I fell asleep sitting up in a chair for the first time in my life.   I feel refreshed and accomplished if I wake up in the morning and realize that I slept 8 hours without a prostate bio-run.
I spent the better part of my younger weekends in gay bars and clubs.  Not only doesnt the bar scene interest me anymore, I cringe at the idea of being one of the old guys I used to see sitting at the bar.  Even 6-8 years ago, I was perusing Grindr when traveling.   My last hire was February 2020, and I was sick with Covid 36 hours later.  Now, I'd rather read a book than deal with Grindr, rentmen, etc.  
I may not be infirm, or ready for the rocking chair.  But, at least attitudinally, I've developed many symptoms of fuddy-duddy-itis.  And the confirming symptom: I'm content with the other symptoms. 
 

Guess I'm an exception.   Just shy of 65.  And I feel elderly in many ways.
I say old people things.  I tell young people that they'll feel differently after they have more experience.   Roll my eyes at young folk willingness to follow trends.  Couldn't name 80% of the performers if I watched the Grammys,.  I occasionally hear a phrase leave my lips that was a staple of my grandfather. 
I've been known to groan upon standing from a very low sofa.  I can't stuff my face anymore.  I no longer consider using my teeth as tools as I might have when younger.  If I slip/trip and fall like a klutz, my friends gasp and make sure I'm alright... 30 years ago, they'd have laughed their asses off.  Two years ago, I fell asleep sitting up in a chair for the first time in my life.   I feel refreshed and accomplished if I wake up in the morning and realize that I slept 8 hours without a prostate bio-run.
I spent the better part of my younger weekends in gay bars and clubs.  Not only doesnt the bar scene interest me anymore, I cringe at the idea of being one of the old guys I used to see sitting at the bar.  Even 6-8 years ago, I was perusing Grindr when traveling.   My last hire was February 2020, and I was sick with Covid 36 hours later.  Now, I'd rather read a book than deal with Grindr, rentmen, etc.  
I may not be infirm, or ready for the rocking chair.  But, at least attitudinally, I've developed many symptoms of fuddy-duddy-itis.  And the confirming symptom: I'm content with the other symptoms. 
 

No Atlantis experience. 
I did a gay group cruise.  1999, so long ago.  About 50 gay guys on a mainstream cruise.  I went solo, had an excellent time with other solos and couples.  Other gays, not in our group, found us, particularly ship's staff.  Zero issues that I encountered with the non-group passengers onboard, never felt uncomfortable or conspicuous; so it validated that entire-ship wasn't necessary. 
That was 20+ years ago... I knew then I wasn't wired for the floating bathhouse potential of an all-gay ship... and certainly not now.  But I've been researching groups, or smaller ships.
 

I saw Pan long ago as well.  I'd guess he's the type of guy who'd stay in amazing shape into his 50s.  
It was an excellent therapeutic massage, and erotic.  Probably the strongest masseur I ever saw.  But I wouldn't return to his apartment in civic center.  It was clean.  But I hated the gel mat on the floor, the building in general. Parking. 
I'd hire Pan if he'd do outcalls, but the one time I asked, he said no.  
 
 

I'm  in agreement with those who would have paid a courtesy fee to have him depart... no way I'd have paid full fee for services/agreed upon time not provided
No way of knowing, but it's a little interesting to speculate whether offering partial payment might have elicited a more animated response., ie.,  snapped him out of it.
Sorry that happened to you.  

I saw Dr. Mike several times. Including a few overnights.  I don't think I ever met another rentguy so adept at intuiting what his client desired. He was truly the best I ever met, if judging based on knowing exactly what to do, and smiling through it all.
I'd say I saw a few different sides of his personality.   Mostly very warm, friendly, easy going.  But we were driving through the San Francisco tenderloin when a homeless guy startled him, reaching into his window to request money.  He wasn't just startled.. he was enraged and I had to grab and restrain him as he opened the car door to go after the homeless guy.  The only way I calmed him was a warning "if you cause him to damage my car, it's coming out of your fee!"
I took some of the pictures he used in ads, probably have them somewhere.  Have copies of his YouTube on some old hard drive.  
He was a little too casual with his identity for his own good.  Over the course of our visits, he showed me things on a laptop featuring his work on the wallpaper, and one night, insisted I walk with him while he spoke with his girlfriend on the phone, relating a story to her where a salesman called him by name - so I accidentally learned his real name, other job, etc.  I guess that made him trusting; he was lucky I was a good guy.
He got a little arrogant towards the end of our interactions.  I think he had a very generous client who'd book a hotel for him, but not see him every night.  I saw him for an overnight in a hotel he said he wasn't paying for.  He told me he was so popular, he'd no longer be running ads, he'd just contact clients when visiting their area.  I don't think that worked out, several months later, his ads reappeared. 
All in all, I still remember Dr. Mike as one of the best I encountered. 

Fond, or memorable, yesteryear encounters:
Dr Mike, discussed above
Dillon, discussed above
Marco Rossi - picked him up performing at NobHill in SF, offered him a ride when he was standing on the corner outside the theater.Took him to, picked up from, gym, bought dinner, and then did a session.  If you review his porn work, can see physical changes - this was during a roid phase; he was in incredible shape, and actually very friendly, laughed alot, etc.  Memorable also as one of my very first. Sadly, much different a year later.. flaked on an appointment, I saw him and he was behaving crazy
Jon Vincent. A very early hire, I was very inexperienced and nervous.  He was renting an apartment in SF during pride.   I'll never forget, he could tell I was inexperienced. He stopped the session and changed it into giving me lessons in technique.  Literally trained me in kissing and other actions.  I was shocked and saddened when I saw him just a couple of years later.. he died shortly thereafter. 
One of my very first was a guy from Chicago named Jason (real name, he showed his driver's license)  later changed to Adrian.   I learned alot spending time with him... not all of it pleasant.  I flew him to see me.. for 8 days, he was eager to see SF he agreed to platonic companionship punctuated with X hours on the clock throughout his stay.  I learned never to engage in time on and off the clock again.  Big beefy guy, deepest sexiest voice I ever heard.  Could seem a tough guy, but he loved flowers, we went furniture shopping for his new place, etc.  Some of my first Daddy feelings.
Much more recent, a guy using the name Eric from Orange County.  FitnFun.  I remember him because I discovered that he was using fake pics while he was driving to meet me at my home. (I rarely used my home, was taking a chance.  Initial meet at local Starbucks which many guys won't do, understandably) I called him about pics, and he promised if I was unhappy when we met in public, he'd just leave.  Perhaps the best looking man I ever met, better looking than his pics. No joke, i was so surprised,  my knees weakened for a second as walked towards me on the  sidewalk outside the coffee place.  And super polite.  Saw him a few times, including an overnight .  He just disappeared; I assumed he quit the biz.
 Fun thread, reminiscing.  

Thanks. I’m there in a couple of weeks. This is helpful 

2013?!   He was active in porn late 80s into 90s.  My experience posted above was probably 1995.  

Fond, or memorable, yesteryear encounters:
Dr Mike, discussed above
Dillon, discussed above
Marco Rossi - picked him up performing at NobHill in SF, offered him a ride when he was standing on the corner outside the theater.Took him to, picked up from, gym, bought dinner, and then did a session.  If you review his porn work, can see physical changes - this was during a roid phase; he was in incredible shape, and actually very friendly, laughed alot, etc.  Memorable also as one of my very first. Sadly, much different a year later.. flaked on an appointment, I saw him and he was behaving crazy
Jon Vincent. A very early hire, I was very inexperienced and nervous.  He was renting an apartment in SF during pride.   I'll never forget, he could tell I was inexperienced. He stopped the session and changed it into giving me lessons in technique.  Literally trained me in kissing and other actions.  I was shocked and saddened when I saw him just a couple of years later.. he died shortly thereafter. 
One of my very first was a guy from Chicago named Jason (real name, he showed his driver's license)  later changed to Adrian.   I learned alot spending time with him... not all of it pleasant.  I flew him to see me.. for 8 days, he was eager to see SF he agreed to platonic companionship punctuated with X hours on the clock throughout his stay.  I learned never to engage in time on and off the clock again.  Big beefy guy, deepest sexiest voice I ever heard.  Could seem a tough guy, but he loved flowers, we went furniture shopping for his new place, etc.  Some of my first Daddy feelings.
Much more recent, a guy using the name Eric from Orange County.  FitnFun.  I remember him because I discovered that he was using fake pics while he was driving to meet me at my home. (I rarely used my home, was taking a chance.  Initial meet at local Starbucks which many guys won't do, understandably) I called him about pics, and he promised if I was unhappy when we met in public, he'd just leave.  Perhaps the best looking man I ever met, better looking than his pics. No joke, i was so surprised,  my knees weakened for a second as walked towards me on the  sidewalk outside the coffee place.  And super polite.  Saw him a few times, including an overnight .  He just disappeared; I assumed he quit the biz.
 Fun thread, reminiscing.  

I think its same person.
Wildest encounter of all my experiences was with a guy named Dillon in Vegas, 98 or 99.   I can't say I remember all of it fondly... started with major flakiness and my frustration, followed by several hours of incredible fun... and ending with an abrupt emotional reaction.
He was legit in a Fox calendar and Playgirl; brought copies to our session as proof.  So I learned his acting/modeling name in addition to Dillon
Interesting thing - I chatted with another person.. either earlier version of this site or Atkol, who had similar experiences with Dillon, and he'd connected with another who'd had same as well.  I think the guy had issues.  But, whatever... the issues were bookends to perhaps the wildest 8-10 hours I had in this pastime. 

Fond, or memorable, yesteryear encounters:
Dr Mike, discussed above
Dillon, discussed above
Marco Rossi - picked him up performing at NobHill in SF, offered him a ride when he was standing on the corner outside the theater.Took him to, picked up from, gym, bought dinner, and then did a session.  If you review his porn work, can see physical changes - this was during a roid phase; he was in incredible shape, and actually very friendly, laughed alot, etc.  Memorable also as one of my very first. Sadly, much different a year later.. flaked on an appointment, I saw him and he was behaving crazy
Jon Vincent. A very early hire, I was very inexperienced and nervous.  He was renting an apartment in SF during pride.   I'll never forget, he could tell I was inexperienced. He stopped the session and changed it into giving me lessons in technique.  Literally trained me in kissing and other actions.  I was shocked and saddened when I saw him just a couple of years later.. he died shortly thereafter. 
One of my very first was a guy from Chicago named Jason (real name, he showed his driver's license)  later changed to Adrian.   I learned alot spending time with him... not all of it pleasant.  I flew him to see me.. for 8 days, he was eager to see SF he agreed to platonic companionship punctuated with X hours on the clock throughout his stay.  I learned never to engage in time on and off the clock again.  Big beefy guy, deepest sexiest voice I ever heard.  Could seem a tough guy, but he loved flowers, we went furniture shopping for his new place, etc.  Some of my first Daddy feelings.
Much more recent, a guy using the name Eric from Orange County.  FitnFun.  I remember him because I discovered that he was using fake pics while he was driving to meet me at my home. (I rarely used my home, was taking a chance.  Initial meet at local Starbucks which many guys won't do, understandably) I called him about pics, and he promised if I was unhappy when we met in public, he'd just leave.  Perhaps the best looking man I ever met, better looking than his pics. No joke, i was so surprised,  my knees weakened for a second as walked towards me on the  sidewalk outside the coffee place.  And super polite.  Saw him a few times, including an overnight .  He just disappeared; I assumed he quit the biz.
 Fun thread, reminiscing.  

I saw Dr. Mike several times. Including a few overnights.  I don't think I ever met another rentguy so adept at intuiting what his client desired. He was truly the best I ever met, if judging based on knowing exactly what to do, and smiling through it all.
I'd say I saw a few different sides of his personality.   Mostly very warm, friendly, easy going.  But we were driving through the San Francisco tenderloin when a homeless guy startled him, reaching into his window to request money.  He wasn't just startled.. he was enraged and I had to grab and restrain him as he opened the car door to go after the homeless guy.  The only way I calmed him was a warning "if you cause him to damage my car, it's coming out of your fee!"
I took some of the pictures he used in ads, probably have them somewhere.  Have copies of his YouTube on some old hard drive.  
He was a little too casual with his identity for his own good.  Over the course of our visits, he showed me things on a laptop featuring his work on the wallpaper, and one night, insisted I walk with him while he spoke with his girlfriend on the phone, relating a story to her where a salesman called him by name - so I accidentally learned his real name, other job, etc.  I guess that made him trusting; he was lucky I was a good guy.
He got a little arrogant towards the end of our interactions.  I think he had a very generous client who'd book a hotel for him, but not see him every night.  I saw him for an overnight in a hotel he said he wasn't paying for.  He told me he was so popular, he'd no longer be running ads, he'd just contact clients when visiting their area.  I don't think that worked out, several months later, his ads reappeared. 
All in all, I still remember Dr. Mike as one of the best I encountered. 

I'm  in agreement with those who would have paid a courtesy fee to have him depart... no way I'd have paid full fee for services/agreed upon time not provided
No way of knowing, but it's a little interesting to speculate whether offering partial payment might have elicited a more animated response., ie.,  snapped him out of it.
Sorry that happened to you.  

It seems that the time to speak with him was at the time of the encounter.  Unless you had given him his fee up front, I might have considered a small, thanks for coming over but you are wasting my time payment in other words carfare. Not getting his fee might have gotten him talking.  It sounds as though he had some type of psychiatric problem and if you though that was the case, giving him the whole fee was probably the safest best.  A review here on the forum might save some others from falling into the same black hole where even sound does not escape.