I was a latecomer to the internet.
In 84I got the basics of Basic, but said fuck that, eff you M. Zuckerberg nd your billions.
But 2012 got the better of me, had a look at the site on an old button phone(partial internet access).
Remember nothing from then except an escort who is still here but with a different name.
Roll on two more years and I cave in to smart phones (which often make you act stupidly).
My first real experience of EI was massage.
She was young, I was old.
But in life experience, she was old, I was callow..
She had stretchmarks (and children) with a far older husband but they had split., so she opted for a boyfriend far, far, older again. It was good and not good at the same time. The towel in the bathroom was damp and grotty(only time I have criticised a bathroom - girls are sugar and spice and all that).
I said, are you here next week?
She said no but xxxx is.
I studiously avoided xxxx for months after(she is now long gone).
So massage was ok but peripherals were not.
Second time, I was told to go to a certain location, a cafe.
I knew it as a pub from years before and was unsure so spent too long checking out the location - phone went dead.
My third and fourth times were perfectly fine, they still occasionally return to Ireland and I would hope to meet. Them again sometime.
10,000 years of Middle Eastern civilisation and the place is not at peace but rather in pieces.