Going on a Trip

We went on a trip to Costa Rica recently and after getting back from the trip, I had this lucid dream of being at an airport waiting to go through customs and seeing this girl named Ana who had travelled with us in a group. 

I hardly spoke much to Ana during the trip except for once while at a hot springs with Becky, her mom. Ana was very attractive and I did fantasize at least a few times during the trip of banging her. 

Ana with her mom

But after returning from the trip, I never thought about her again until last night while dreaming. The scene was somewhere in an airport and Ana was sitting with her mom on a bench. I remember walking up to them and then at that moment seeing Ana right in front of me I felt so horny, all I could think about was getting inside her. I hesitated, knowing that in real life doing anything with her beyond a simple greeting would be out of the question with her mom sitting literally right next to her. But unexpectedly, the thought crossed my mind that I was in a dream and none of this was real so all the inhibition and hesitancy of doing anything flew out the window. I sat down in between them, turned to Ana and started making out which then led to us tearing our clothes off. It was as if her mom had just vanished and this was getting very enjoyable. I ended up naked on my back and Ana wasted no time in gently sucking me. It felt incredibly real.

CACJ Debacle

 

I started working for California Attorneys for Criminal Justice in 12/2021. I was hired by the Executive Director, Stephen Munkelt. CACJ as of this post, is a non-profit organization that provides ongoing education to defense attorneys in California. 

I joined the organization because I felt that fighting for criminal justice was a noble cause. It's a small organization of around 1,000 members and my job was to manage the accounting, membership database, member meetings and help out with 2 of their main events of the year.

The main office was located at 1610 Arden Way, Ste 140, Sacramento, CA 95815, a very convenient location just across the street from Arden Mall. The commute was a little far but I was given the flexibility of working mostly remotely. 

The office staff consisted of myself, Stephen and the program director, Tara Da Re. Throughout most of my time there, I pretty much kept to myself, just doing my work and helping out as needed.

At this point, I would like to say that in the many years of working for organizations, I became used to the near certainty that at least one of my coworkers would be difficult, or more to the point, a pain in the fucking ass. I never would have expected that of the other 2 people working with me, one would turn out to be a malignant narcissist, in some ways similar to Trump. 

My strategy for dealing with difficult people is to avoid whenever possible and if needed, be as neutral as possible in my communication. However, even though I tried my best to be neutral in my dealings with Tara, with all her insecurities and personal issues, she was a challenging coworker to handle. Her attitude and demeanor towards me was both condescending and dismissive. On numerous occasions, I felt like I wanted to just leave, walk out and never come back. Fortunately, Stephen was a moderating influence. And in fact, he confided in me that he agreed that Tara was a bitch and if he could he would fire her. However, he admitted that the organization was too dependent on her as director of all the events and so he could only suggest that I try and be understanding of her flawed mental state. 

Tara Da Re

Stephen retired the end of January of 2024, leaving me to deal with Tara alone. I managed to make it through most of the year but Stephen's exit became a vacuum and Tara filled that vacuum, essentially making herself the de facto manager in Stephen's absence. I noticed her becoming more authoritarian and more demanding during the year and even though the current President, Emily Dahm meant well, she was never really available to help deal with Tara's obnoxious and condescending behavior. 

Every year, there is a Criminal Defense Seminar held in San Francisco at the Nikko Hotel the first week of December. After the last board meeting of the year concluded at the hotel, Tara came up to me and proudly proclaimed that she was the new manager of the office. I had a bad feeling about this since I knew that she was obsessed with power and control.

My worst fears were realized. Sure enough, the next Monday morning at 8 AM I received an email from Tara saying that she was taking over the payroll. I could not believe what I was reading. She then demanded that I teach her how to do payroll. Why would someone want to take over a task that they know nothing about unless it was a raw power play or ploy to deliberately fuck me over and piss me off. At first I ignored her because I didn't think it was legitimate. She kept bugging me and bugging me for my timesheet. I didn't trust her at all to do the payroll correctly. In any case, she forced the payroll through even though I told her not to process my payroll.

By the end of the day, I contacted the new President, Robert Boyce and asked for a meeting to discuss the situation. We agreed on 9 AM the next day. 

In the meeting, I recounted everything that happened and my position was that it was breach of protocol. Normally, the bookkeeper handles all the financial transactions of an organization for purposes of maintaining a degree of control to prevent unauthorized use of funds. Tara not only removed my admin access, but also went ahead and gave herself a raise. Again, I want to point out that the executive director or someone higher up such as an officer of a company would normally announce someone's promotion and new rate of pay. But the officers of this organization completely dropped the ball or from another perspective, couldn't give a shit about notifying me. What they failed to see, perhaps in their ignorance about financial control in an organization, especially payroll, was how sketchy Tara's raw grab for power looked that day.

So yes, I was already angry AF when the meeting started and when I tried to explain that it looked to me like a serious breach of protocol, the unanimous response from everyone attending the meeting was that Tara could whatever she wanted. 

As soon as I heard that response, that was it. I had enough of their BS and ignorance so I announced my immediate resignation.

 

Chaos At Work

When I agreed to partner up with Dino Gilli and Joe Sandino back in 2013 to restart Custom Development of California, I had no illusions about how difficult the job would be. Yes, the economy was doing better. Obama had helped pull the country out of a deep recession and everything was beginning to look up. But running a company is a challenging endeavor that requires an incredible of amount of cooperation with everyone running in the same direction. That has proven to be an ongoing challenge.

Vasile Rilea

Vasile came on board the same time as Joe since they were working together at Joe's previous company, Weatherite which crashed and burned. Vasile and his assistant Nikolay were skilled in bathrooms and windows. My first impression of Vasile was that he was a pretty skilled worker and in his job as production manager for the most part things went smoothly at first. But very early on, I began to see some things beginning to happen under Basil's (as he liked to be called) watch. He began to hire outside people to do work on some of the larger jobs and this almost always created problems. The one project that stands out the most is a siding job in Oakland where Basil went ahead and hired a subcontractor without checking the subcontractor out and the subcontractor turned around and hired someone who had no clue how to install siding. The end result was the entire job had to be done over again at a tremendous loss to CDC. In addition, Basil apparently didn't feel that writing change orders was necessary which created problems in adding a justified cost to jobs. He sometimes ordered product incorrectly and not to customer specs, adding unnecessary cost to the job.

After bringing Kevin on board to head up production of the bath division, Basil was put in charge of kitchens, an area that he wasn't as familiar with but still well within his skill set. Towards the middle of 2017, he found himself way in over his head in projects that had gone south, with no quality control. By October, there were multiple projects that had turned into disasters. But rather than ask for help, Basil just threw his arms up and announced he was going to be resigning as a production manager to work for another company, but he was still interested in doing window installs during the week. The mess he left behind has pulled the company down to nearly the point of closing its doors and I am literally fighting to keep the company afloat.

Joe Sandino
Joe was a friend of Dino's from their time working together at Weatherite, a window replacement company. Joe Sandino's job was to run the lead generation department. He essentially sucked the company dry with his demands for his percentage cut owed, even when the commission was not justified. He turned out to be a drain on the company's resources and constantly accused me and Dino Gilli of hiding funds from him.

Joe didn't last even a year, left the company abruptly, taking all his furniture with him and demanded a settlement of $10,000 or he was going to make our lives difficult. And so began a revolving door of unstable, incompetent people coming to work for the company and leaving behind a mess in their wake. 

Here is a letter that Dino wrote to Joe after he disappeared in an attempt to set the record straight:

 SETTING THE RECORD STRAIGHT
JULY 12, 2014

Joe I am deeply disappointed in the turn of events that led up to where we are now. I have a great deal of respect for you as a craftsman, and I have considered you a friend in every sense of our association started at Weatherite. Your actions and allegations have threatened and changed our relationship and have even put a strain on the relationship between Noel and Maureen.   

In your correspondence to David and me and in subsequent meetings (after your abrupt   move out), you have made some allegations and outright false statements that require a response to set the record straight.

You did not give us, CDC, a 30 day notice, as our agreement calls for, nor did you even give us a seven day notice as stated in your e-mail dated 4/13/2014 at 10:46 PM. In fact, at the time and date of your e-mail (your first notice to us), you had already moved out of the office, taking all the furniture and equipment, computers, and phones, office staff, sales staff and installation crews with you. This move-out happened on the weekend without any notice to David, myself or the Corporation. Your actions in essence shut us down for 2½ weeks and has caused our business to lose a great deal of money. Not only was this vindictive move uncalled for, it was done deliberately to disrupt our business. This is evident by your taking of all the file cabinets, dumping the files into boxes and leaving them on the floor in total disregard for our business. This hostile attitude was further expressed when one or more of your employees stuffed paper towels down the toilet in the lady’s bathroom.

In your e-mail you stated that “you took everything that was yours and nothing belonging to CDC”.  That is not a true statement!  You took a company computer, two phones, our corporate ledger, our corporate seal and several smaller items not belonging to you.

In your e-mail you claim that the furniture was yours?  “Was” is the operative word.

In our agreement CDC agreed to pay the rent and utilities. In exchange, SMCI would provide furniture and other equipment in lieu of paying its portion of these fixed operating expenses. As CDC has paid for this overhead for the past 13 months, CDC has a rightful claim to part ownership in that furniture and equipment. By moving the furniture and equipment out in the middle of the night without our consent, you effectively stole these items from CDC. However, I don’t think you thought of it that way as I don’t think you are a thief. 

In your e-mail (referring to us)  you said you would “bring proof of your underhanded dealings.” That is an outright lie, and we have proved  that to you the following  two weeks after your move out.

Your document “Reasons for Dissolution” is also filled with falsehoods and statements that are totally misleading and unjustified and border on slander.  In this letter I will address each point.

Please Note that I am not doing this to take any legal action against you, but I cannot let your lies go unchallenged, as they affect the reputation and  integrity of myself, David, and the Corporation, and also who I am as a person.

1) Your statement “I have to constantly beg for monies rightfully owed to me”

We agreed to pay SMCI a 16% lead fee. David was to receive a salary for administrative work. You and I were set up to be paid commissions on our personal sales. In addition, you, David, and I would receive a percentage of profits broken out to be 40% for you, 40% to me and 20% to David. You set up this percentage breakdown and all of the postings in Quickbooks were done according to this formula. The three of us were even paid on some of that money and we were all paid the same percentage of our balances.    

We started out by paying the lead fee to SMCI as money was received. If we collected $1,000 we would pay SMCI $160, when we collected $10,000 we paid SMCI $1,600 and if we collected $20,000 we paid SMCI $3,200.  You pushed us to pay out all of the 16% on each job even before the money was collected. We tried to accommodate you in this regard as you were supposed to spend most of that money you received to develop new leads. We did this by paying you (SMCI) on all of the money that came in until you were paid the full 16% up front. CDC did the payroll for your (SMCI’s) phone room and that amount was charged to the SMCI ledger. In November, CDC began paying you a salary of $550 per week for running production. That salary was charged as an admin cost which caused the overall admin expenses to increase.

By paying out the entire lead fee up front we asked for and were entitled to receive an accounting of those funds. But when David asked you where the funds were going, you told him that it was none of our business on how you spent that 16%. You then stopped spending money on other lead programs resulting in all subsequent leads coming from the phone room and Liners Direct.  

But each week you kept demanding (not begging) more money and on several occasions you overdrew the SMCI account. This reckless action was done at my and David’s expense as we could not take money due us. Every time you requested more than your share of money, you would run into a big conflict with David. He was just doing his job as the controller, and now you are trying to make him out to be the bad guy and saying he and I are cheating you. This is not true and is an accusation that has to be rectified.  

By the end of 2013, we had to drop the original 40%/40%/20% profit distribution as the admin cost was running over 12%. Nevertheless, we continued to pay SMCI the entire 16% up front, and ended up not having sufficient funds to pay the amount that you had set up as a percentage of profits. The reality of this cash flow crisis forced us to change the payout to a management override of 2%/2%/1% to be credited only after all the job costs, commission, and 12% admin cost were covered. By Corporate Resolution, we agreed to pay you and me 40% each and David 20% of the profit sharing when the corporation declared a profit sharing amount.

By March of 2014, CDC had paid SMCI over $90,000. In addition, you had been fully reimbursed for any and all money that you had invested into the corporation. You were also paid most of your commissions owed and you had been receiving a salary since November. None of the three of us had been paid the management overrides as most of the money coming in was going to SMCI. The only way we could pay SMCI the money that you were demanding was by not paying my commission in the amount of over  $39,000. In other words, I was subsidizing the money going to you by withholding payment of my personal commissions. So when you claim you had to constantly beg for monies rightfully owed to you, that is an outright lie!

2) Your words THE BIG DECEPTION:  Yes David did transfer money from the corporate checking account into the corporate savings account. As the controller, he is perfectly within his rights to do so. He did this at a time when we had over $70,000 in our checking account and it was prudent to set aside money as a safety net. And YES he did not want to tell you about it because every time we had a balance in the checking account you would demand more money and try to intimidate David into issuing you a check for more than you had coming. This caused a big conflict with you and David.  Each time that happened, David would ask me about it so that all three of us were in on the discussion, especially since it would mean that by paying you, David and I could not take any of the money that was owed to us. 

Some of the discussions David and I had, that you refer to as “behind your back” were about paying you monies that you did not have coming. We discussed whether you really had a serious financial need or were just being greedy. It is unfortunate that your daughter overheard a part of that private conversation and misinterpreted it.  We also had several meetings with you about the same subject.

Every time you saw a positive balance in the checking account you demanded more money and would ignore the fact that most of the amount was needed to cover ongoing expenses. You, David and I were supposed to each take the same percentage from our management override account and you and I were supposed to take equal percentage amounts from our commission accounts. So when you demanded to be paid from those accounts, we should have all taken the same percentage out of our respective accounts.  

On many occasions we paid out money to you, even though paying you meant that   David and I  would have to forgo taking the money owed to us. We did this because we felt that you had the greater financial need, as David’s wife works and I have a SS income and we both live a little more conservative than you do, and have fewer financial demands from our families.

Despite our agreement to forgo our commissions and overrides until we had a enough money, you were paid money out of these accounts to cover your request, even though there was not enough money for David and I to draw our share. After all these compromises we made for you, in your “Reasons for Dissolution”, you had the audacity to accuse David and I of stealing from you.  You have also told people that I had a secret bank account that I was putting  the money in. THIS IS ANOTHER  BLATANT LIE.  Joe, I just don’t understand how you could have that kind of mistrust, when David and I were making sacrifices in order to give you the money you ask for.

One thing that seemed to set you off was the Miller Job and the fact that your daughter Christina said she had called that client. Even if she did, she never made the appointment nor did she ever issue the appointment to me. I have on my I-phone the message I received from Jim Miller and will show it to you if you like. That call came to me at 11:50 am on April 1, 2014. I wrote the order the next day on April 2nd.  I did not receive any appointment from anyone in the phone room. And as I have already told you, I did not record it as a Cowfeather lead but instead classified it as a self-generated lead as that is what it was. So SMCI received 16% less the 10% owed to me for self-generation of the lead.

There are many other statements and misrepresentations that you state in your letter but frankly I am tired of addressing each point as I have already given you documentation to show you are WRONG on all of those issues.

We have also reached a settlement with you on all issues and we have paid you all the money that you had demanded in a very threatening way.  We did not agree to that settlement because of your threats, but rather because we felt it was a fair amount to pay out for any and all equity you felt you had coming from CDC. However, you are still responsible for ½ of Bob Capron’s debt of $4,737.90 as “you and I ” did personally guarantee the advances that resulted in that debt owed CDC.  You are also accountable for the loss of revenue that CDC suffered as a direct result of your abrupt move-out. And you also need to address how you will pay CDC for its share of the equity in the furniture that you took. I did not deduct any of these amounts from your settlement because I felt  you were under a lot of stress and really needed that settlement money. So once again we put your needs ahead of our own.

After paying your settlement, I was still owed $19,629.65 from CDC in commissions and management overrides and David was  owed $1,664.61 from CDC in management overrides. We could not draw any of this money because we paid you $10,000.

We could have and would have arrived at the same settlement with you had we just sat down and talked it through. Why you felt that you had to move out in the middle of the night and concoct a lot of falsehood, threats, and outright lies is beyond me. I personally, CDC and David have always been upfront and straight with you. We have paid you money, by not taking monies owed to us.

However the CDC Corporation does not have the same compassion that David and I have had for you, and at this time you owe CDC an estimated amount of $13,368.95.  This amount includes the following:

1. An estimate of  $3,000 for the equity in the furniture you took out of the office.

2. Half of Bob Capron's debt or $2,368.95.

3. An estimate of $8,000 in lost revenue for 2 1/2 weeks, that you caused when you abruptly removed all the furniture and equipment, phones, office staff, sales staff and installation crews  from the corporate offices. CDC can justify you taking office staff as they were mostly your family  paid through SMCI and were not CDC employee’s. But to proselyte  the salespeople and install crews that were employees of the Corporation cannot be justified or tolerated. 

At first, I thought that the way you had handled this seemed very vindictive and juvenile and your actions have cost CDC a lot of MONEY. After some thought and conversations with you, I have concluded that you have constantly been under a lot of financial stress which has caused you to become depressed and paranoid and conjure up all sorts of falsehoods in your mind.

So where do we go from here? That is up to you. I have written this letter because I could not let your allegations go unanswered as they affect David’s and my personal reputation and  integrity and that affects our family’s and our standing and reputation in our trade industry.

I understand  that you have let several people read your “REASONS for DISSOLUTION”. To set the record straight I think your first step should be that you send a letter to CDC  retracting all of your allegations and that we have worked out all of our differences. 

I did feel that the present set-up that we had could have work if we wanted it to. As long as you were  willing to meet me halfway and be willing to compromise, I was willing to work with you, remembering “compromise is the cornerstone to diplomacy.”

 BUT YOU HAVE TOLD ME AND MADE IT CLEAR THAT YOU DID NOT WANT TO CONTINUE THAT AGREEMENT AND  THE AGREEMENT  ENDED WITH THE COMPLETION OF THE OAKLAND JOB.

Sincerely,

DINO Gilli, General Manager
Custom Development of California

P.S. David got the new bill for our insurance and it is based on our actual record. And as David and I predicted, it comes out to 42% of the payroll and that is exactly what I told you it would be.

Kimberly - profile of a flake

I have an ongoing CL ad that I run in the talent gig section to attract new wrestling talent. The wording varies slightly from time to time but in general it goes something like this:

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Athletic Female

Looking for attractive and fit woman 18-30 to demo wrestling holds on me 1 - 2 times/month. Learn as you earn. Easy work, not sexual. Email pic and contact info including tel# if interested. Prefer over 5'5".

Pay:$50/hr

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So that's it. The thing about CL ads is that you never really know what kind of person will respond to the ad. This unpredictability contrasts somewhat with posting ads in audition sites such as casting360.com or saccasting.com. Usually, the women who register with those sites tend to be looking for modeling or acting work and have experience. This isn't to say that those women who respond from those audition sites are not flaky but the percentage is lower. 

Regardless of who responds, I try my hardest to give them as much information as possible prior to them ever meeting me. I do that because I know full well that this type of gig is not the kind that one usually comes across. Most of the ads in the talent gig section recruit women for adult type work, whether it is nude modeling, working for an escort agency, making a porn movie or satisfying the cravings of a sex starved male looking for a friends with benefits arrangement. The women who respond to those ads are not confused about what they are getting into so there is really no need to elaborate too much in the ad. On the other hand, putting a guy in wrestling holds fall into a murky, gray area that seems to confound and puzzle people and in turn raise suspicion. To set people straight, I do two things. First, I send them to my new talent page on my website:

www.mixedwrestlingmatches.com/new-talent

Anyone who reads that page will have a thorough understanding of what this is all about. There would be no question in someone's mind about what they would be getting into.

But that's not enough as far as I am concerned. So I send them to my YouTube channel which has actual videos I have done with other wrestlers:

www.youtube.com/c/mixedwrestlingmatchesvideos

Armed with this information, no one could have any illusions about what I am doing here and so I make it a point to give out this information to all respondents. And so I did the same with one recent applicant by the name of Kimberly:

Kimberly

No last name but I am used to that. Typically, if someone responds to my ad via email and does not include a phone number or picture, it means they are just testing the waters and aren't really interested or are a little frightened. In Kimberly's case, she responded via text, included a picture and described herself:

12/4/2017
(916) 473-3596
I am responding to your Craigslist ad for an athletic female.
I am 5'9'', 160 lbs, and interested in the job
My name is Kimberly

Well, that's a pretty good start. Straight and to the point. No questions about the gig, though. Doesn't matter to me as I provide the information regardless:

Hi Kimberly. Thanks for responding.
I am going to give you a couple links to check out.
The video shoots are optional. If you are only interested in just learning that holds, that's fine as well. 
This is my new talent page on my website:
http://www.mixedwrestlingmatches.com/new-talent
This is my YouTube channel:
http://www.youtube.com/c/mixedwrestlingmatchesvideos
So just text back "still interested" or "no longer interested" after reviewing the links. Thanks. - David

I figure I would just give her a choice since I really have no interest in chasing people down to find out if they are still interested or not. Surprisingly, a few minutes later I got my answer:

Still interested

That was a pretty quick response and to be honest, looking back I should have been suspicious of her intentions at that point. This was going way too smoothly and some of that suspicion found its way to my response:

That's great! Tbh, quite a few people get scared off so you are already part of an exclusive club, lol. Ok, so I know this is short notice but I am training someone else this Thursday @ 9 AM. If you are available at that time, that would be a great opportunity to learn together with someone like yourself and you can get a little x-mas money early. I am heading down to L.A. this weekend but the following Sunday the 17th I have some time. Lmk what works best for you.

I figured the remaining issue was the date and time but it turns out she was stuck on the pay. Not that I wasn't paying her enough but that I was paying her at all.

Sounds good to me. 
Just to be clear, you are paying me $50 for the lesson correct?

At this point, I figured that was all that she was hung up on, so I was ready to set a date with google calendar and voice my preferences for payment options:

Yes, that is correct. I like to pay electronically with Paypal or Google Wallet but if you don't have that set up, I can just give you cash.
I need your email address so I can send you over a google invite that has all my address info, etc.

As it turns out, she never provided her email which is not a big deal since some people hardly use email anymore. I was ok with texting. A couple days later I was ready to offer her a date and time:

12/6/2017
Hi, I was planning to go to L.A. this weekend but most of L.A. is on fire right now so my trip is cancelled. I can make Sunday @10 AM available for you if you like.

This seemed acceptable to her and she responded positively. We hadn't actually spoke so I think she also wanted me to assure me that she was real:

Sounds good
Can you text me the address please?
You can call and voice verify if you would like

I don't recall anyone ever offering this type of reassurance but the fact that she did seemed reassuring in and of itself and washed away any previous flags that were nagging me.

Sure. Here it is: (my address here)
I will call you sometime on Saturday to voice verify.
No jewelry or anything that can poke or hurt and gym clothes are fine.

She seemed genuinely excited or at least interested in doing this and meeting me:

Ok. I am excited and looking forward to your phone call

On Saturday the 9th of December I called her sometime in the late afternoon. She answered and we had a pleasant conversation. She asked if it was going to be video taped and I told her no, it wasn't. And then once again she asked me about the pay, wanting to know if I was paying her, not her paying me, claiming things sometimes get lost in the translation in the ads. Hmm, that seemed kind of strange. Perhaps she thought she was going to pay me to teach her? Whatever, in any case I assured her that I was paying her. Then she said something that no one else has ever said to me: "I'm very punctual, David." "Sounds good." I responded, wondering where that statement came from. I hung up and confirmed via text that the date and time would be Sunday @ 10 AM.

Sunday at 10 AM rolls around and everything was all set. House cleaned, mats set up, cash in envelope all ready. 10:05 AM and no sign of her. I have a system I setup for people who either show up late or don't show up at all. I wait until 10 minutes have passed and send out a text. It must be 10 minutes, not one minute sooner or later:

Hi, are you on your way?

No response. Once 10 minutes go by and there is no communication, that usually means that the person is not coming. Another 5 minutes go by so I decide to make one last ditch effort to reach her, this time by phone. This conversation is probably the most bizarre interaction I have ever had with someone over the phone. At 10:17 AM, I dial the number and it rings a few times. Finally, she answers in a groggy, sleepy voice:

Kimberly: Hello?

Me: Hi, Kimberly this is David. What happened? We made a date for 10 AM.

No response. The phone was still connected. She hadn't hung on me but hadn't responded either. It was just dead silence. I waited for an answer but still nothing but dead silence. Finally, I decided to call out to her.

Me: Hello? Hello? Are you there? Anyone there?

Still nothing. This was futile so I hung up. Had she actually overslept and completely forgotten? This pissed me off even though it really shouldn't have since it is really her loss, not mine. But nevertheless, I am having the last word so I sent her one last text a few hours later:

I am not sure what happened with you today but you could have at least texted me to lmk you weren't coming.

The moral of this story is to always be a little skeptical of responses from CL ads. Not sure what else I could have done to prevent this from happening. Sometimes there are just things that happen that are beyond my control. Best I can do is laugh at this kind of behavior and move on.

Nila

Chapter 1

I hadn't had sex in a while and the pressure was building. What to do? Go online of course. There are many sites to choose from but the most popular is Backpage, aka BP. Even after the paid escort section was taken down due to a federal lawsuit, there is still a personnel section that all the providers have shifted over to.

After much searching, I finally landed on this girl named Nila. Her profile said she was 20 years old and originally from the island of Fiji which seemed exotic to me. I decided to take a chance with her so I started chatting with her via text and she sent me another picture of herself. She was tall at 5'9", with a thin athletic build.

For a long time I have imagined what it would be like to combine the wrestling holds and sex. It has always been a real thrill to have an attractive girl wrap her legs around my neck and squeeze. What would it be like to mix it up with some sex? Would Nila be willing to do it with me? I texted her pictures of some holds and without hesitation she agreed to do it.

After many delays and rescheduling, she came over on the morning of November 5, 2017. I was so excited I could barely sleep the night before. I had a good feeling about her based on the language she used when she texted me and how eager she was to accommodate my wishes.

She finally arrived after getting lost driving around my neighborhood. This happened despite me giving her my exact address along with directions. I had to stand outside on my driveway and then wave my hand wildly at her while she was parked not more than 30 feet away and notify her on the phone that I was standing there. Navigation was obviously not her strong point. She got out of her car and smiled at me while she bounded over like a nimble gazelle. Other than some acne on her face, she looked like the picture but with a darker complexion and wearing a sporty looking outfit according to my instructions. Once inside and after taking care of business, we didn't waste any time. I showed her to my room, stripped down to my underwear and then asked her to take off her tights. Her legs were long and well toned. She sat down next to me and I asked if she was ready and she nodded eagerly. So with her just wearing underwear and a top, I showed her some holds. She lay down on me with my head between her thighs and giggled as she locked her ankles together and started to squeeze. She was a little hesitant at first but then began applying more pressure with my encouragement. She giggled again as she started to squeeze harder, telling me that she played track and field in high school. Finally I had to tell her to let up because I didn't want to pass out. By that time the adrenaline was flowing and I felt pretty horny. She wriggled out of her underwear and then straddled me. I started caressing and kissing her breasts. She wasn't big by any means but well rounded and perky. I sucked on her nipples and she immediately got hard. I then fingered her pussy and was surprised when I felt her become wet after only a couple seconds. It was a good thing, though that I just fingered her and didn't go down to the Y for a date which I will explain further on.

There was a little delay as I tried to put on a condom. It just didn't want to go on. Finally I turned it over and tried again, this time with success. I then guided my restless, engorged dick inside her. Nila moaned slightly as she lowered herself on me and began moving up and down on me in a rhythmic upbeat tempo. I told her to slow down a bit because I wanted the experience to last. She slowed down and that allowed me to control myself. I moaned with pleasure as I felt the inner muscles of her vagina softly pull and caress my dick. The feeling was absolutely exquisite and it felt even better because it seemed like Nila was enjoying herself as well. "Your dick feels so good." she whispered in my ear and that made me even harder. After a few minutes, I could feel that I was getting close to the point of no return. We picked up the pace and I exploded inside her while holding her tightly.

I pulled the condom off and ran naked into the bathroom to grab some toilet paper. I wiped myself and got dressed. As I wiped myself dry, I couldn't help but notice an unpleasant odor coming from my dick. Hmm, that didn't seem right. I filed that thought away as we walked to the door, exchanged hugs and said good bye.

Back to the routine. It was time to go to work. I quickly got dressed and jumped in the car but before I even put the keys in the ignition, I noticed that odor again. WTF? It was coming through my pants! The odor resembled tuna fish that has been sitting out on the table for a little too long. I jumped out of the car, ran over to the mud sink in the garage and stripped down. The smell was now overpowering. I washed and bathed my dick with lots of soapy water and finally the odor reluctantly went away. 

When I arrived at work, I needed to go to the bathroom really bad. I felt a burning sensation as the pee came out. "Uh oh," I thought to myself. Could I have contracted an STD? I immediately did some googling and sure enough there is an STD called Trichomoniasis which is a common bacterial infection transmitted through sexual contact and one of the symptoms in women is a fishy smell in their vagina. Fortunately, it is also easily treatable. I immediately made an appointment to get tested so I am going tomorrow. Stay tuned for chapter 2.😁

Chapter 2

The next morning I headed over to the doctor's office and got myself tested. The results starting coming in by the same afternoon. Relief replaced anxiety as test after test came back negative. Now that I was in the clear, I still felt obligated to tell Nila about my experience and suggest she get tested herself. But how to tell her? For over an hour I agonized over how to tell her without hurting her feelings. But finally I realized that it is impossible to sugar coat something like this so I settled on telling her outright without holding back:

Me: 

"Hi Nila, I thought it would be important for you to know that after we had sex, I noticed an odor like rotten fish on my penis. I looked it up online and it says that you might have some kind of bacterial infection. You might want to go to the doctor to have it checked out." https://youngwomenshealth.org/2014/03/12/my-vagina-has-a-funny-fishy-smell-what-is-it

Nila:

Omg okay I️ am so sorry😭 I️ already made an appt to see my OBGYN and get tested and see what that smell is from. I️'m always clean and safe I promise. Thanks for letting me know! And please let me know when you want to see me next! I️ hope this doesn’t get in the way for u to not see me.

So that wasn't so bad! All that worry over nothing. Time to move on to another adventure and another story to tell.😊

Chapter 3

I was right. Nila did have a bacterial infection. She went to the doctor and he put her on antibiotics. She texted me a few days ago letting me know that she was good now and that sealed the deal. I wanted to do this again for a variety of reasons, not least of which is that I wanted this experience to be a winner that will be memorable in only positive ways. Yes, the first time felt good of course but the rotten fish smell kind of offset the warm glow that I felt right after we finished.

We made a date for her to come over again today, 11/19/2017. I finally had the house to myself by the late afternoon and that shipment of blue pills arrived sometime last week. I'm pretty good in bed but I wanted to up my game. The dosage was 100 mg, but I did my research and it turns out that plenty of guys have good results with only half that dosage. I am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and marijuana so I figured better go with a smaller dose just to test it out. I took it about an hour and a half before she arrived and waited to see if I felt any differently. About a half hour before she arrived, I felt my face flush, like I had poked my head into a hot sauna and had just come out to cool off only I wasn't cooling off. I drank some tea and couldn't sit still. I paced the living room waiting, imagining Nila giggling while squeezing me into oblivion, building up an entire erotic movie in my head and at the same time felt my dick throb every once in a while, completely out of nowhere, without any warning.

She texted me that she had arrived and I immediately felt an adrenaline rush as the anticipation of seeing her caused my heart to race. I flung open the front door and stepped out just as she came around the corner. She looked really nice, once again wearing a sporty type outfit. We hugged and headed back to my room. Suddenly, I had an idea. What if added some marijuana to the mix? Now's the time to try it and so I asked Nila. She told me that she had smoked some marijuana on the way over and that she was a big pot head. She helped me pack the small pipe I have and then we shared it for about 3 puffs. I was feeling good and oh so fucking horny at that moment. I led her back into the room and it was time to have some fun.

I wanted her to wrap her legs around me again. We did the same holds again, starting with the rear head scissors. She scooted herself down so my head was between the uppermost part of her thighs, the strongest place to be. I gave her the go ahead and this time she squeezed harder than before. At first it felt pretty good but as she tightened her legs around my neck, I started to feel light headed and little scared so I told her to ease up. The next hold was the side head scissors. I had her trap my arm while she had me in a figure four head scissors. I tried getting up but she had me pinned. Finally I surrendered. The last hold was the rear figure four head scissors. I guided her left leg to hook around her right ankle. As soon as she had it locked in, she was able to grab her left ankle and pull. Immediately, I felt an incredible pressure. I couldn't take much, the pressure was so intense. I tapped her leg a few times to let go and then it was time to switch gears.

I clumsily yanked her panties off and began kissing her stomach and breasts. Her nipples were already hard. I then moved town to her pussy and began licking around the edges. I then zeroed in on her clit. Over the next 1/2 hour, my tongue was buried deep inside her, licking and sucking while she pulled my face towards her. I tried to pull away but she pulled me back in. She was so wet, she was gushing her juice all over my face and onto the blanket below. She moaned in ecstasy as my tongue moved quickly over and around the nub of her clit. She moaned loudly and suddenly wrapped her legs around my head, squeezing me really hard while she cupped her hands around my neck and pinned me against her. She started to rub herself up and down on my face as I tongued her, quickening the pace. I tried to pull myself out but she just held me more tightly. Finally, I nodded to her that I was ready and she released me from her grip. I turned over and she gave me the condom to put on. This time, it went on the right way. I was really hard. She straddled herself over me and I guided myself in her. We rhythmically thrust ourselves at each other as the pressure slowly built up. After about 10 minutes, I could feel myself getting ready to explode. The pace quickened and the explosion arrived. I was in heaven.

This was memorable, a home run from beginning to end.

Casey Dream - 10/14/2017

I really became attached to Casey while she was living here in Sacramento. I didn't see her that much but the times I did were always fun and enjoyable. We spent enough time together where I felt that she really gets me. I am not hard to read in general but still she picked up enough to know how I react to things and what makes me tick. Of course she is an awesome wrestler and to be honest, I have accepted the fact that she can beat me at wrestling. But beyond that, she is just a really decent person. She has always made me feel comfortable being more open than I usually am. And just as importantly, she has provided me emotional comfort during some challenging times.

Happy as a clam

Now that she has left the area, I feel this sense of anxiety that I didn't expect I would feel. I prepared myself for her departure as best as I could. I went to her farewell party and had lunch with her, soaking up the precious moments we shared together and then shortly thereafter she was gone. I knew that she was not going to be that far away once she settled down. After all, L.A. is a semi-frequent destination of mine and I know that at anytime I can text her or even video chat,  but still, physical presence is so much better.

But I digress here. The purpose of this blog post is to relate a dream I had about Casey last night. I usually don't remember much about my dreams when I wake up in the morning, but somehow this dream stood out in my mind. I remember driving my car and arriving at someone's house, no one I recognized but that didn't seem to bother me as opened the door and entered on my own accord. It was a mixture of people I knew as well as many I didn't. I remember seeing Stephan and Jay and some other people from the Mastermind group. There was a lot of pot smoking, drinking and game playing going on  just your average party. I sat down at this large dining table and spotted Casey out of the corner of my eye sitting across from me. She was smiling and enjoying herself. It was crowded in the room but there was some space next to her. I felt so excited at seeing her that I forgot everything else that was going on - loud beer drinking, laughing, joke telling, etc. I made my way over to her and sat down next to her. I had all these things I was excited to tell her about and just as I started talking, she jumped up without any warning and sat down, no lay down across from me on some kind of sofa. I wondered wtf is going on? I called out to her but she was in her own world staring up at the ceiling, looking around and humming some tune. It was as if I suddenly became invisible. I got up and looked around, feeling out of place and awkward being in that room. I quickly exited through the front door and ran down the stairs to the street. At this point, the dream faded and I then woke up.

What does this all mean? I don't really know. I think I just miss her a lot.

Rent a Whip

This is the continuation of my previous post about Marshawnda Blackwell, that lazy sloth of a person who had no intention of paying me for the Ford Fusion I bought to help her out.

Marshawnda

Marshawnda was so lazy and lacked any drive or interest in working and improving her financial situation that I actually stepped in to try and help her find a job. I scoured the ads on Craigslist and other job sites and by accident came upon an ad that was soliciting car owners to lease their cars. I had vaguely heard about renting one's car out for a fee to the public but didn't know how the whole process worked.

Frankly, I was feeling very stuck with my arrangement with Marshawnda. I really didn't know how I was going to get the car back from her since I couldn't imagine her giving it up voluntarily. I wanted to try something different but I wasn't sure I was ready to just hand over my car to some other company or person. I called the number in the ad and spoke to Mae Schmidt, the owner of  a company called Rent a Whip. The name sounds a little kinky but that didn't bother me in the least. The whole concept actually sounded pretty good. Rent a Whip would maintain the car, keep it insured and lease it from me for a weekly fee.

I was a little wary about handing over the Ford Fusion to this company after my 5 1/2 month ordeal with Marshawnda so I needed to find some way to test them out. That weekend I stopped by the warehouse and saw the minivan just sitting there taking up space that I need for wrestling shoots.

Mae Schmidt

I suddenly came up with a splendid idea. I could take the minivan home, free up some space in the warehouse and then lease the van to this company. Could it be done? Oh yes. I called Mae that Saturday and she said they already had someone who wanted to rent the minivan. What? "Are you kidding?" I asked. Mae assured me that the demand was very strong. In fact, it was so strong she told me that they are desperate for more vehicles to add to their fleet. I wondered how they could be doing such good business and that is when she revealed how the company came into existence and the niche market they seem to have found. It turns out that Mae herself had bad credit and as anyone trying to rent a car from a traditional rent a car company can tell you, it isn't easy to rent a car when you have damaged credit. Car rental companies typically require a functioning credit card with a down payment to be reversed or adjusted at the end of the car rental. For many people with challenged credit, that requirement is a nearly impossible hurdle to overcome. From Mae's personal experience, she thought that there must be others who had the money but not the credit to rent a car and so Rent a Whip was born. Originally operating out of San Diego, Mae and her husband Andrew moved up to Sacramento in January of 2017 to be closer to their relatives and move the company operations here as well.

Andrew Schmidt

Without hesitation, I took the van over to their office in Carmichael. Andrew was there to meet me. He drew up a contract and printed it out but the quality of the print was terrible. I signed and had him email me the text of the contract. On the spot he gave me payment for a one day rental with a weekly rental of $160 guaranteed over the term of the contract which we set at 2 months.

I was a little uncomfortable coming into their office every week to pick up cash so I asked Mae if they could pay me via Google Wallet or Paypal and she said no problem. I also told Mae about the Ford Fusion and my situation with Marshawnda. She assured me that Rent a Whip would arrange to recover the car for me at their expense. This was literally music to my ears since I had no clue how to confiscate the car from Marshawnda. Mae also offered to pay me $250/week rental fee which would cover all of Marshawnda's debt and pay off the auto loan in a little over a year. How could I refuse?

The next day I gave Mae my copy of the car keys to the Ford along with key information about Marshawnda, including her address in Cool, CA and pictures of her. That weekend I was down in Fresno with Pumpkin for the California state taekwondo championship so I couldn't be present when the car was confiscated. I coordinated with Mae and the repo guy she hired by setting a trap for Marwhawnda. I led her to believe I was still in Sacramento when I told her that it was time for her to give the car back to me. I knew in my mind that it was not going to be so easy and as I predicted, Marshawnda missed the agreed upon location of Starbucks on the corner of Fulton and Marconi. All of this drama was being played out in text messages between Mae and me while I was in Fresno. Finally, late Friday night I received a text from Mae that they had recovered the car. What a relief!

I was so grateful that my car had been recovered, I let out a humongous sigh of relief and quietly celebrated by eating a giant bowl of spicy Vietnamese Pho at a hole in the wall restaurant outside of downtown Fresno. I had visions of receiving a weekly payment of $410 every Saturday for the foreseeable future. How desirable such an arrangement would be!

[Inner Voice]
"Bad David! Naive David! How could you think life would go so smoothly? Don't you know about the law of life's train crashes? It doesn't make any difference how much good karma you spread in this world, you need to go through 10 train wrecks to arrive at a one pleasant stop along the way." [Casey Crupper Words of Wisdom Chapter 2]

Ok, so I ignored my inner voice. But after 5 1/2 months of a grueling slog through the swamps of Marshawnda Blackwell, I really needed to feel optimistic that the money was just going to roll in on a German train schedule, every Saturday at 6 PM. But nope, that wasn't going to be the case as I would soon find out.

I made an appointment for the Sunday after I returned from Fresno to inspect the car and sign the paperwork for the lease agreement. When I arrived, the first order of business was to inspect the car. Thankfully, the car looked just fine, except for a cigarette burn in the back seat upholstery. I also noticed a new tire installed on the right front passenger side. Apparently, Marwhawnda decided to leave a parting gift by slashing one of the tires just before the heavily tattooed repo man grabbed the keys and took the car away from her.

Being the detailed oriented, anal person that I am, the thought of having to sign a contract printed so that only 1/3 of the words are actually readable was patently unacceptable to me. The day before, I spent hours redoing the leasing contracts for both the minivan and the Ford Fusion, putting the whole thing in Google Docs. I even brought my laptop just to show them how its done. Mae fumbled a little bit but seemed to get the hang of it after I guided her on how to upload a document into DocHub for electronic signature. So all is good so far. I got my 2nd payment on the minivan plus a one day rental fee for the Fusion in cash.

The next Saturday I was expecting the payment for both cars through Paypal but there was some problem with Mae's credit card and the bank had put some kind of hold on her account. Ok, that was somewhat believable though not anything I ever experienced. In hindsight, this trivial glitch represented the calm before the storm that was about to arrive that evening.

Sometime Saturday evening, I received a text from Mae telling me that her son Justin had slipped in the bathroom and hit his head on the toilet, creating a large gash on the side of his head. She even showed me a picture of the side of Justin's head.

She told me that she had to immediately rushed him to Sutter Roseville to evaluate him for a concussion. By the next day, she informed me that the hospital had him moved to Oakland Children's Hospital. I knew at this point that his condition must be serious because Mae told me that he was having having seizures.

Throughout the early part of the week, I kept in contact with Mae, hoping for some good news, that it was just a concussion. I had already looked up brain injuries to the head and it didn't look good. There is an artery that runs along the side of the head that is vulnerable to head trauma. There is a medical term called epidural hematoma which refers to hemorrhage of the brain. The good news was that when this medical condition is detected early and treated immediately, the recovery rate is 96%.

I didn't receive much news from Mae both Tuesday, April 10th and Wednesday the 11th and I didn't want to bother her knowing she must be focused on her son. But by Thursday, I decided to contact her again in the morning via text and she unexpectedly called me back telling me in a frantic voice that the doctors just whisked Justin away into the operating room without telling her much. I could tell that she was very upset from the uncertainty. I tried to calm her down and told her to please get back to me when she could.

That afternoon, I took Sammy for a walk along the American River Parkway. I knew in my mind that things were looking pretty bad and I began to contemplate the worst case scenario. "What if the boy dies?" I thought to myself. I knew that Mae was the driving force behind Rent a Whip and I wasn't sure how she would react if Justin died but I knew that if that was the case, it would represent a major setback for the operation of Rent a Whip and by association a big blow to this carefully arranged plan of mine to get a nice weekly income. I couldn't imagine Andrew taking over the business because Mae told me herself that he was just a courier for the company, someone Mae used to run errands but not run a business. And he certainly wasn't very tech savvy as he struggled to use Paypal to send me a payment.

I tried to remain positive the rest of the afternoon until I received a text at about 4 PM from Mae's phone number but it wasn't Mae. It was her mom, Claire sending out a text blast to Mae's contacts informing everyone that Justin passed away at 1:27 PM.

"I hope this mass message reaches everyone in my daughters contacts ok because I am not sure who is who. But thank you all for your thoughts and prayers but I'm sad to announce that Justin passed away at 1:27 this afternoon. We are beyond words at this point and my daughter and her husband Andrew ask for prayer at this most difficult time. Please message or call me for anything, when service time and date becomes available all will be welcome to attend, Claire."

"Oh no!" I thought to myself as I read the text over and over again. This was the worst case scenario. I tried to imagine how Mae was doing and what was going on. The next day, I received a text from Mae:

"David it's Mae, my son passed away yesterday and I am a complete mess right now! Thank you for your condolences, we would love to have you at the services if it wouldn't be asking too much. I'm still in Oakland I have to wait until tomorrow for the social worker to have me sign paperwork for releasing my son's body...oh god I can't believe he is just a body now :'( to the Sacramento coroner. I have funeral costs that I have been told are astronomical now and was not expecting this at all. He had a blood clot that broke within his brain and he hemorrhaged and the doctors could not stop it in time and it took him. I'm so lost right now and haven't even informed my other children."

On Saturday the 15th of April, I received a text from Andrew as the weight of the tragedy began to sink in:

"Hey David it's Andrew I was just about to message you, Mae has been a wreck, and the kids inconsolable. We have to meet up with a funeral director on Wednesday and I think Mae is going to lose it. The social worker was great but I felt like I was in the twilight zone and just zoned out and Mae just about passed out from the pain of it all. We are a mess and I spoke in private to the worker this is going to be almost 10 grand if we bury him and 3 to 4 for cremation. I haven't even brought it up to her but I guess her mom is going to try to handle that part. I'm just barely hanging on myself. Happy Easter though to your family I hope you're in a better state than we are."

Any mother who just lost her son would be devastated and I could only imagine the grief and pain this woman was feeling. As the new week progressed, I kept in contact with Andrew as he relayed Mae's deteriorating depression. She began to talk about wanting to be with her son. I told Andrew that kind of talk must be taken very seriously and that she may need outside intervention. I also gave him the number to the National Suicide Hotline.

On Saturday, I reached out to Andrew again and the news wasn't good. Mae had been admitted into the Napa State Mental hospital and was self-inducing vomiting in an apparent desire to starve herself to death. They medical personnel had to put her in a suicide suit so she wouldn't hurt herself and she was just not very responsive. At this point, I had that sinking feeling that she may never fully recover from this tragedy.

Though I knew things were about as grim as they could be, I had resolved to do whatever I can to help them keep the business going. I made it clear to Andrew that I am willing to help out any way I can to make sure the business doesn't go under but I know that I may not be able to do much with Mae in the condition that she is in.

Such is life. I really wanted to turn the bitter lemon of my ordeal with Marshwanda into a refreshing glass of lemonade but it looks like that is not going to happen anytime soon. I think I have a few more train wrecks ahead of me.😟