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Summertime is now upon us, which means YAY for short skirts and tank tops! After one day of donning such attire in downtown Ottawa, I've already been reminded of my least favourite thing about summer: the cat-call. My experiences with cerb gentlemen have always been respectful and courteous, so this message is in no way intended to snip at any of you - however, this is just a gentle reminder to the people out there I may not have met, so who may not be as gentlemenly. NO LADY likes to be yelled at when walking down the street. Honking, whistling, 'ya-hooing', etc. Not acceptable. There are ways to show your appreciation of a nice-looking woman without acting like a pig. The best one: a SMILE. A smile goes a long way, and usually results in a return smile. A leer however can sometimes result in my middle finger being flashed at your face. For myself especially, as a heavily tattooed woman, I expect the looks. Today already I had the purrfect examples of polite, and downright rude. As I sat down in the hair salon waiting room, the older lady next to me smiled, looked at me, and said 'HOLY COW! that's a lot of ink!' then proceeded to talk to me about them. Totally fine. Made me smile. Unaccepable - the woman sitting on a bus bench who dropped her mouth at me, sneered, then turned to gawk at me with a look of disgust as I passed (see, my intended lesson in this message isn't for men only, women can do this too!). That made me angry. All I'm really trying to say is this: pretty girls know they're pretty, and want to wear pretty things. Please don't make us feel like garbage about it - because then we'll cover up!

Since we can't post any more off-site picture threads, I thought I'd start one on our favorite cerb-certified pics. We already have a thread devoted to the best album on cerb, but this one would focus on individual pictures that are beautiful, erotic, or special in some way. Here's one of my favs, of Belle Bordeaux: And here's the incomparable Leah, whom I adore:

Ok so after reading a fellow cerbites post and not only thoroughly enjoying it but, being able to easily identify with his experience, I felt compelled to share my own and one can only wonder what is typical and what is unique of my experience..you be the judge. I will attempt to break things down by section.Ok, so I am a 29 year old guy from just outside Ottawa and recent newbie to both hobbying and CERB. Being single, a young professional and 29, I was always curious about what this type of experience had to offer and how to go about it. I have always been a rather private guy and very shy with women. Always polite and gentlemanly, but with good looking women the funniest things always seemed to happen. Given that, my schedule of work and recent relationshiop woes I decided...why not. I therefore decided to look up Ottawa area escorts....wow didn't know the hobby was so popular and how many there were just in Ottawa. The initial contact/preparations During my initial search, I came across the website of one young lady from Ottawa. She had a link on her website which said..."check my reviews on CERB"...I didn't know what that was therefore I decided to check it out. After reading some profiles, posts & conversations, I decided to make initial contact with her. Of course, never having done this before and not knowing the exact procecesses, etiquette or what have you I was veyr nervous. After we exchanged a few e-mails within one day it was looking good for a meet, but alas, because I am out-of-town...I don't own a cellphone...and my homephone is unlisted due to work...we we're unable to make arrangements. I was not disuased totally by this and tried another young lady. This time we were able to make direct contact quickly and easily. I felt funny making arrangement, almost like I was 13 again and calling a girl while hoping her dad didn't answer the phone. I was somewhat nervous and my voice cracked a bit as I gave her direction and we selected date/time. I had made a request for outcall, so I the lady asked the lady through e-mails what refreshments she enjoyed so I could have something for her when she arrived , as well I inquired wether she had any specific allergies. She seemed appreciatieve and kind of like it wasn't a typical question. After once again confirming date/time we hung up and I was stoked, this really was going to happen. Now the nervousness begins to set in...what have a gottten myself into? Alll I was worried about was...EVERY DETAIL. What do I wear? What do I get? Will she find the place? What do I say to her? Make eye contact. Do I tell her it's my first time? Plenty more questions arise as I think about her arrival. This is where funny things happen, nervousness is starting. She gave me a few options of drinks...so I buy like 5 types, she said she wasn't picky about food....so I get chocolate, candies & a veggie platter...yes a feast for two. I wanted to make sure that I didnt forget anything so I picked up..some manly products...not sure which ones she might be comfortable with so...I go to pharmacies and buy 3 different types..of course not thinking that many women bring there own. I even thought of picking up a few things for her in case she wanted to shower and freshen up at my place afterwards. I spent the balance of the day of dusting, vacuuming, washing the bathroom,getting ice, putting out food, spreading out and lighting about 30 large scented candles throughout the apartment, febrezing all the furniture...just trying to get things right....I finish about 1-hour before the agreed upon time for her to arrive. I pick out my outfit, shower, shave, slap on some cologne, then head out to the livingroom and put on some music. The phone rings....as expected she wonders which door to use...a few minutes later...I can hear high heels clic-clac on the stairs in the hallway and..ding dong...here we go.... (part 2-the meeting...to follow)

Well, that is also true :D

I voted and love this thread but just for discussion purpose I found these pictures of girls playing strip Dodge ball and decided to post them. And also fishing girls are hot, nothing like seeing a big rod between a girls legs. This would be a nice catch. Additional Comments: I voted and love this thread but just for discussion purpose I found these pictures of girls playing strip Dodge ball and decided to post them. And also fishing girls are hot, nothing like seeing a big rod between a girls legs. This would be a nice catch.

I believe that SinCindy is also on the Quebec side, just over the bridge by the museum.

Just as a sidebar, don't eat beets. Once I did, next day went to the washroom, let's say I thought I had internal bleeding...then I remembered, I had beets last night Really has nothing to do with the thread at hand RG

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Finally back from my Vegas trip! So much fun, hadn't seen my friends from Britain in such a long time, so it was nice to finally meet up again with them. Anyways, this will be the final part of my story, hope you all enjoy it. Part 3 - The Little Things So I'm there at home getting ready an hour or so before my appointment. I do the usual things before seeing an escort such as 1) Getting my envelope ready with the money (yes a real envelope this time). 2) Agonize on what to wear a million times over. 3) Shower, brush my teeth, and all the other normal hygienic things. 4) Double check the location and how to get there 5) Put on a squirt of cologne (Burberry for those wondering, lol). Anyways, so I finished up my routine and decided to browse the trusted CERB forums and stumble across the perfume/cologne discussion. I read that some SP like cologne, some hate it, and some are in-between. Ahhhhhh, what am I to do? I didn't put on much cologne, but all of a sudden am second-guessing myself thinking I put too much on. Stupid me, then falls back on the couch in mental torture, and my eye catches something in the corner of the room on a shelf.... a spray bottle of febreeze. Idiot me, thinks, hmmmm maybe a little touch of febreeze will even it out. So I do it, and man, let me tell you this, febreeze + burberry is not a good mix. Now, I'm fretting because I smell like furberry (febreeze + burberry). This girl is going to think I hung out at Sesame Street all day with Oscar the Grouch. So I decide to jump back into the shower, and don't ask me why but instead of using my normal body wash, I decided to use a satsuma body wash from the Body Shop. (FYI, it's not mine, lol, well it is now I guess. My ex-girlfriend from 2 months ago left it, I would have threw it out, but the smell of it is soooo good, it's like the nicotine of body washes, it's so addictive.). So yes, I head to my appointment smelling like Satsuma. And I blame the perfume discussion for that! lol. The girl actually smelt the Satsuma too, it was a pretty good ice-breaker. Haha. Anyways, so yadayaydyayada, you all know what happens next. Great fun! ******************************************************* Anyways, so after seeing a couple more SP's, I finally realized something. At the start I was always trying to figure out what specific things I wanted in an SP (like GFE vs PSE, spinner vs BBW, independent vs agency, incall vs outcall, young vs experienced, DFK vs LFK, BBBJ vs CBJ). In my head I thought I had the perfect SP all figured out in my head and how she should act. Well atleast I thought.... Until one night when I met this one girl we shall call "A" (to hide her identity). I then finally realized, "A" had all the these other qualities that I never even knew I wanted. She makes me smile, her laugh is horrific but contagious, into the same books as me, loves rocking out air instruments in bed, being slobby in a hotel room, and just random 4 am hysterical spooning conversations in the middle of the night. I finally realized it's not only near impossible, but silly trying to figure out the "perfect SP" on what restrictions they may/or may not be, or what you want them to physically look like. Because what you want in an escort, might be the little less obvious things you didn't even know you wanted. Since seeing A that one night, she's the first one I repeated. The two and half weeks before Vegas, I actually saw her 7 times, lol. The sex was obviously awesome, but it was just the little things that kept me coming back. Like the way she rubs the back of my head, conversations about silly things like Starbucks & Jersey Shore, and the one night after sex we drew pictures like we were in kindergarden, lol (I bought the colouring book and she bought the crayons, haha). Sadly, "A" is taking a bit of a break from the escort scene, we at least got to say our good byes though, so that was a happy ending. She was there when I needed her, and didn't complain if I didn't text her for a couple days because of work, sports, etc. She was like the ideal pseudo-girlfriend (or whatever you want to call it, lol). Over the past few weeks, I've discovered a world that I never knew about and thank you all for helping me figuring it out. And to that, that's the end of my story! I hope all you all enjoyed it.