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happy.merchant
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If only my meeting was in Phoenix. Next time I'll be smarter and go wherever I'm headed via Sky Harbor and come see you 
this makes me very sad to read....as a provider i am BIG on mutual respect.
That was BEYOND disrespectful no matter what her excuses were!!
It is always best to be up front and honest...you should have known when she was an hour late and still trying to see you!
I am sorry you had to go through such a horrible experience!!
come to Phoenix and I will take alllll the pain away!
xoxo,
Sara
That was BEYOND disrespectful no matter what her excuses were!!
It is always best to be up front and honest...you should have known when she was an hour late and still trying to see you!
I am sorry you had to go through such a horrible experience!!
come to Phoenix and I will take alllll the pain away!
xoxo,
Sara
10:17 pm – I can see you. I don’t want to meet at the bar. Let’s go to your room
(I say do you want to meet me in the lobby and go up together and she says no, for me to go up first and she’ll meet me. I say let me just settle the tab and that I’ll go up and text the room number - which I do, now thinking I have absolutely no idea what is going on here but at least we'll do this thing after all. Let me just say what I know you’re thinking – no, I’m not an ugly guy. I’m not the best looking guy in the world but I have been told I’m pretty decent looking – between an 8 and 9 I’ve been told 
So she next texts:
If only my meeting was in Phoenix. Next time I'll be smarter and go wherever I'm headed via Sky Harbor and come see you
this makes me very sad to read....as a provider i am BIG on mutual respect.
That was BEYOND disrespectful no matter what her excuses were!!
It is always best to be up front and honest...you should have known when she was an hour late and still trying to see you!
I am sorry you had to go through such a horrible experience!!
come to Phoenix and I will take alllll the pain away!
xoxo,
Sara
That was BEYOND disrespectful no matter what her excuses were!!
It is always best to be up front and honest...you should have known when she was an hour late and still trying to see you!
I am sorry you had to go through such a horrible experience!!
come to Phoenix and I will take alllll the pain away!
xoxo,
Sara
I have lots of drive and ambition towards starting my own businesses! (
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and obviously, if she knew me there would ave been no problem whatsoever.... 
So... a john walks into a bar lol
I just got back from a business trip at a beautiful location where I thought it would be good to set up a little playtime with a reputable local provider as I had one night to play and wanted a sure thing. So I did my research and found the perfect woman at the right price with triple figure reviews that were all good.
I got in touch via email and we hit it off well. So after a couple of days of pleasant back and forth emails/texts plus me sending my references, the night before we set up where and when to meet, made a date for 7:30 at my hotel (it was her idea to meet at my hotel) to spend 90 minutes together. I suggested we meet at the bar and told her what I look like and what I'd wear so she would know it's me. Cool. We had a date.
But... what happened after that comes straight from the twilight zone, at least for me. Here is a recreation of a series of texts starting at about 7:20 pm last night that read like this. The texts paraphrased are all from her.
7:20 pm – I’m running a little late. I’m really sorry. I hope to be there around 7:45
(my response: don’t worry. I have nowhere to go. It’s all good. Even if you can’t be here until 8. Just text me when you get to the bar. I’m sure the end result will be worth it)
7:25 pm – Thank you. I guarantee it will be
So I went down to the bar and ordered a bottled water and waited. And waited. And waited. Radio silence. So two bottled waters and an appetizer later I text her at 9 pm simply saying ‘hi there’ and was not sure what to expect. I really didn't think she'd blow me off, but I guess no one expects it or we wouldn't make the date in the first instance. But I get an instant response:
9:00 pm – I’m so sorry. I’m leaving the house now. Is it too late?
(my response ‘not at all’)
9:01 pm – I’ll give you 90 minutes for $100 less
(my response ‘thanks but I don’t want a discount. Don’t stress. It’s ok. It will be great seeing you so drive safe)
9:02 pm – Thank you. I’m on my way to (wrong hotel)
(my response, rolling my eyes: I reminded her of ‘the right hotel’ that she choose to meet me at)
9:03 pm – What a ditz I am. I’ll be there in 15 minutes. (note, she originally suggested to meet at my hotel as she said it was easy to get to. PS it’s a beautiful hotel with incredible views)
9:50 pm – (No word from her yet. WTF? I wrote ‘are you ok?’ to which she immediately responded)
9:51 pm I’m lost. I can’t find the hotel. Where is it?
(mind you it’s in the easiest part of town to find, virtually connected to the convention center and I told her that and wanting to smash the water bottle, which was glass, into my head)
9:55 pm – I found it. I’m here.
(to which I said great, meet me in the bar)
10:15 pm – (hasn’t shown up yet. I text a question mark to which she responded)
10:16 pm – I’m really nervous
(this really confused me. This is a woman with triple figure reviews and all excellent. In her city johns on the local board recommend her as the milf to see lol. So all I can write is to ask why she’s nervous and she responds)
10:17 pm – I can see you. I don’t want to meet at the bar. Let’s go to your room
(I say do you want to meet me in the lobby and go up together and she says no, for me to go up first and she’ll meet me. I say let me just settle the tab and that I’ll go up and text the room number - which I do, now thinking I have absolutely no idea what is going on here but at least we'll do this thing after all. Let me just say what I know you’re thinking – no, I’m not an ugly guy. I’m not the best looking guy in the world but I have been told I’m pretty decent looking – between an 8 and 9 I’ve been told So she next texts:
10:30 pm – I’m sorry
(that's it. that's all she wrote. Not that I was totally surprised but this was the easy part once she was already supposedly in the building. Somehow I didn’t think she was apologizing for being late, but I had to ask what she was sorry about because I somehow must have wanted to see the spike being driven directly into my gut)
10:31 – I’m leaving.
(Oh shit, I’m fucked. What just happened? And it's too late to find anyone else. My only night for play. But like a moth to a flame I had to ask why)
10:32 – I had a really rough past two days and I don’t feel well. I’m sorry.
And that was it… Please tell me what you think. All speculation, reasonable and not reasonable, will be greatly appreciated. Holy shit, nothing remotely like this has happened to me after many years in the hobby.
I just got back from a business trip at a beautiful location where I thought it would be good to set up a little playtime with a reputable local provider as I had one night to play and wanted a sure thing. So I did my research and found the perfect woman at the right price with triple figure reviews that were all good.
I got in touch via email and we hit it off well. So after a couple of days of pleasant back and forth emails/texts plus me sending my references, the night before we set up where and when to meet, made a date for 7:30 at my hotel (it was her idea to meet at my hotel) to spend 90 minutes together. I suggested we meet at the bar and told her what I look like and what I'd wear so she would know it's me. Cool. We had a date.
But... what happened after that comes straight from the twilight zone, at least for me. Here is a recreation of a series of texts starting at about 7:20 pm last night that read like this. The texts paraphrased are all from her.
7:20 pm – I’m running a little late. I’m really sorry. I hope to be there around 7:45
(my response: don’t worry. I have nowhere to go. It’s all good. Even if you can’t be here until 8. Just text me when you get to the bar. I’m sure the end result will be worth it)
7:25 pm – Thank you. I guarantee it will be
So I went down to the bar and ordered a bottled water and waited. And waited. And waited. Radio silence. So two bottled waters and an appetizer later I text her at 9 pm simply saying ‘hi there’ and was not sure what to expect. I really didn't think she'd blow me off, but I guess no one expects it or we wouldn't make the date in the first instance. But I get an instant response:
9:00 pm – I’m so sorry. I’m leaving the house now. Is it too late?
(my response ‘not at all’)
9:01 pm – I’ll give you 90 minutes for $100 less
(my response ‘thanks but I don’t want a discount. Don’t stress. It’s ok. It will be great seeing you so drive safe)
9:02 pm – Thank you. I’m on my way to (wrong hotel)
(my response, rolling my eyes: I reminded her of ‘the right hotel’ that she choose to meet me at)
9:03 pm – What a ditz I am. I’ll be there in 15 minutes. (note, she originally suggested to meet at my hotel as she said it was easy to get to. PS it’s a beautiful hotel with incredible views)
9:50 pm – (No word from her yet. WTF? I wrote ‘are you ok?’ to which she immediately responded)
9:51 pm I’m lost. I can’t find the hotel. Where is it?
(mind you it’s in the easiest part of town to find, virtually connected to the convention center and I told her that and wanting to smash the water bottle, which was glass, into my head)
9:55 pm – I found it. I’m here.
(to which I said great, meet me in the bar)
10:15 pm – (hasn’t shown up yet. I text a question mark to which she responded)
10:16 pm – I’m really nervous
(this really confused me. This is a woman with triple figure reviews and all excellent. In her city johns on the local board recommend her as the milf to see lol. So all I can write is to ask why she’s nervous and she responds)
10:17 pm – I can see you. I don’t want to meet at the bar. Let’s go to your room
(I say do you want to meet me in the lobby and go up together and she says no, for me to go up first and she’ll meet me. I say let me just settle the tab and that I’ll go up and text the room number - which I do, now thinking I have absolutely no idea what is going on here but at least we'll do this thing after all. Let me just say what I know you’re thinking – no, I’m not an ugly guy. I’m not the best looking guy in the world but I have been told I’m pretty decent looking – between an 8 and 9 I’ve been told
So she next texts: 10:30 pm – I’m sorry
(that's it. that's all she wrote. Not that I was totally surprised but this was the easy part once she was already supposedly in the building. Somehow I didn’t think she was apologizing for being late, but I had to ask what she was sorry about because I somehow must have wanted to see the spike being driven directly into my gut)
10:31 – I’m leaving.
(Oh shit, I’m fucked. What just happened? And it's too late to find anyone else. My only night for play. But like a moth to a flame I had to ask why)
10:32 – I had a really rough past two days and I don’t feel well. I’m sorry.
And that was it… Please tell me what you think. All speculation, reasonable and not reasonable, will be greatly appreciated. Holy shit, nothing remotely like this has happened to me after many years in the hobby.