Doublebooked

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Last year, just as it was getting cold in Chicago, I was on the Internet cruising for sex, when I got a message from a guy with no picture.  He was about my age, claimed to be muscular, and said that he wanted to get together and chill for a good clean encounter. 

It was 3:30 in the morning.  He wanted company.  Fortunately, he didn't live too far from me.  I asked him to send me a picture.  He obliged my request.

To my pleasant surprise the brother was very nice looking.  Big brown eyes, nice complexion, cute lips, and earrings in both ears.

I must have been in a salty mood that evening because I was giving him a lot of shit.  I gave him the run-around.  I asked him a lot of questions.  Like what he felt like getting into.  What he was down for.  What was his neighborhood like.  I think secretly I didn't want to leave out.  But through all of my questions, he seemed pretty patient, and urged me to come over.  He seemed like he was really horny.  After all of the conversation it was about 4:30am.  I told him that I needed to shower and get ready and that I would be over in about 20 minutes.

I should have been more realistic.  My 20 minutes turned into 45.  But I hopped on my bike and made it over to his crib.  I was jetting as fast as I could to make up for lost time.    Of course I didn't tell him that I was on a bike.  I told him that I was driving.  So of course he probably expected me to be there earlier. 

Just when I pulled up to his building, the light to outside his apartment came on, and I thought to myself, How did he know I was rolling up?  Or was the light just on a motion sensor.  I quickly ducked across the street to lock up my bike.  And just as I did, I saw a car pull up.  My late night date opened up his apartment door, and a guy jumped out of a raggedy car and went into the apartment.

HELL NO!  I thought to myself,  This bitch doublebooked.

I jumped across the street and I could see through a sliver in the blinds through his window him and the guy standing in his living room talking.  Then they went to the back and some lights went off.

I called his phone.  And I didn't get an answer.  Then I rang his doorbell.  I had to ring it five times before he came to the door.

He looked a little perturbed.  And when I told him who I was he told me, I tried to call you to tell you not to come.  My cousin had to come over because of some problems and I had to help her out.

Her? I asked.

Yeah, she's here right now, he added.

I decided to put him on blast.  That's funny.  Because I just saw a guy walk into your apartment right before I rolled up.

He looked stunned.  He paused for a second and added, Yeah that's her boyfriend.  I looked at him and shook my head. 

At this time I was looking him up and down.  Damn he looked good.  His face in person was much better than on the picture.  He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt that seemed to reveal a hot body underneath. I just wanted to grab him and give him a deep kiss right then and there.

Look man, I'm not playing with you.  I just wished you had picked up your phone when I called.  No games. he said. 

Alright, I said.  He turned around and went back into his apartment.

To say that I was pissed would be an understatement.  I stood outside the apartment for thirty minutes.  Thinking.  Plotting.  How would I get this asshole back?  Yeah, I took longer than expected, but still.  Who the fuck doublebooks at 4:30am on a Monday morning?

I looked down and saw a brick.  I knew that I could fling that brick through his apartment and I could probably get away with it.  I thought about it.

No.  That wasn't me.  I could get him back in a more satisfying manner.

I hopped back on my bike and went home.  Fuming.  But I had already planned how I was going to retaliate.

Comments

[stringa]

He has a right to refuse!!!

I do it all the time. No need to get pissed off if someone decides to go in another direction. The WORST thing in the world is to have sex with someone because THEY want to have sex.

[patience]

you know heath, you may be right on to it! why would bernard sit outside that fine sexy brothers window for 30 min on a cold night, thinking.. plotting... unless that sexy brother had simply sized bernard up at the door and chose not to let him in. if it smells like a bitch move...

[thatguyheath]

Even though you took longer than you said you would, I put the blame on him. He still should've allotted you a grace period for "taking care of business". I can testify that I've been late to many a booty call because of my strict grooming rituals. And besides, who double books on a Monday--after booy call hours, no less?!
Also, remember Bernard, revenge like that which you were about to seek is purely a bitch move. It was his loss--not yours.

[Playa J]

i overbook my seat regularly. we hoes in the industry all need protection against nocall/noshows (find out more about this common problem, also called flakiness). the idea is to maximize the utilization of the scarce booty/dick resources. plus, the perception of high availability encourages repeats.

but my overbooking rarely runs into the kind of direct conflicts outlined here where another traveller-trick claims the same seat simultaneously. mindful of possible spoiled travel plans, a quick-thinkin customer-service-minded hoe may fold back the seat so that more than two can ride.

at any rate, scheduling conflicts on monday evenings are exceedingly rare, considering that peak travel-trick periods are weekends and holidays. the reservations dept notes that most reliable bookings (those with least tendency to booty rage) occur with the frequent-trick-fliers during the off-peak hours.

though common in the industry, doublebooking (or overbooking) is not good hoe practice during off-peak hours, but neither is "giving the run-around" or tardiness or not phoning to stay in touch in the interim.

[patience]

Bernard. How old are you? Why must u continually "revenge" yourself on men of color? Do you hate yourself that much?

[jay]

you and the damn cliffhangers. got me on the edge of my seat, salivating for more--like damn pavloven dog.

[liquid fonts]

lol fratman now im very curious.

[Fratman1906]

Oh no you didn't do a cliff hangar. Now we gotta wait on you. Ain't right. LOLOLOL. Come on now. Give us a peek. Shem hotep.