Craig's List LA story...

[JamesK840]

You'd thought you'd heard the last on it from me, didn't you?! Actually, I've stopped posting positive CL experiences, I've had many of them, both free and paid. But this one... maybe it's amusing, maybe it's pointless to post, you decide.

 

So as I'm about to leave work I notice a post on CL LA (not sure now if it was M seeking M or casual encounters), a 20 year old jock down near LAX wants to get together with somebody basically describing me. So I send my stats, he sends his number, I call. He's near LAX but doesn't have a place down there, I say no problem, I'd get a room or something. He says his place in Hollywood could work, I say that's great. So I drive down to LAX, pick him up. Jock my ass, 20 my ass, nothing special, nothing hideous, maybe a touch more effeminate then I prefer but could still be fun. On the road he tells me he works as an escort, usually gets paid for his time, has done it for years and years (but he's "20"?), his dad's big in gay porn(?), etc... Start heading north, traffic turns to shit, he says his place wouldn't actually work but we can get a place in Marina Del Ray or something. I say fine, though I'm not that enthusiastic by now.

 

To make a long story slightly shorter, he directs me to a place. I drop my car off at the valet (bad sign), go in with him, ask the front desk the rates... starts at $325 or so a night! I go to use the bathroom, show him the rate sheet, he says "let's go for it". You see, that's when I should have just said goodbye. But we never listen to those voices, do we? I could've found an ATM and called a gorgeous CL paid encounter a block from that hotel, had another amazing time for $150. Didn't, of course. Didn't pay $325 either, this is an amusing/annoying story, not a complete fuck up ;o). We get back in my car, start heading east on Pico. He suggests another place that's 'only' $150-$200, tries to make even $325 for a room sound perfectly reasonable. I just barely keep myself from describing how very much more fun I could have for that amount in WeHo with escorts I'm actually attracted to from a certain board. Instead I just say I'm done, let's head to Hollywood so I can drop you off. Now, I know my way around the valley pretty well, but outside of that my reference gets a little shaky, and I assume he has some idea where he's going...

 

So we keep going on Pico, he's using his cell phone for directions. We pass La Cienega, La Brea, I was figuring we'd either turn on the one he was watching for (Wilshire's just 9 miles further...) or I'd turn on Highland or Cahuenga. Well, neither Highland nor Cahuenga seem to go that far south, and we never see Wilshire. After a very long time I notice a purple glow in the sky, with spotlights... turns out to be the fucking Staples Center. "Just 9 miles further..." drive right through downtown LA, see a 10E ramp, I get on it. As we approach the 5N/10E split, he keeps telling me 10E, just 10 more minutes, at this point I say I'm not fucking ending up in San Bernardino or Vegas tonight, I'm going N on 5. By now I'm not taking another damn direction from his cell phone, and I get us to Hollywood (via Burbank, yeah, well, it worked...) and dropped him off on Highland.

 

James's roundabout airport shuttle service, don't bother to tip your driver. Entirely a hustle?? I'm just glad I wasn't a paying customer, and think that people like him may well be why places like HooBoy's were created. I'm not out anything but maybe $10 in gas, but still... Maybe I'm just annoyed because I had a couple choices on CL and none of them could've been less fulfilling, or maybe because when I finally got to Hollywood the free hookup from Friday that gave the excellent bj and looked a little like Lance Henriksen wasn't available (but would've been if I'd called earlier). So I wrote off the evening and went home. Though I did stop in Circus of Books and see the issue of Allboy with Sammy at least.

 

This is not a warning against CL, as I said, I've had plenty of fun there, just a reminder to listen to that voice inside that says cut your losses.