I saw her posts on this board that she'd be available this week in Philly.  I checked her reviews which sounded very good, like my kinda girl.  Checked her site and again, everything seemed to be suggesting to me that she's my kinda girl and we'd have a really hot time.  So I click over to her contact page and fill it all out and included a pretty detailed message with it, saying I'm on this site, giving my handle and how many reviews I have.  Sofia e-mails me back the same day (Monday) and says everything seems cool and to call her scheduler to set it up.  I had requested a Wednesday night appointment.  I call her scheduler and give her some of the same info I e-mailed to Sofia plus a couple xtra things she asked for.  She then tells me where Sofia will be staying, that she's out by the airport, gives me the name of the hotel and the address including zip code.  Hey, cool, that's the same place I saw Davee (see my review of her for reference) so I know exactly where I'm going.  So it's Wednesday night, shitty weather and all.  I get home from work with just enough time to take a shower and get myself prepped for a hot time with a sexy girl. The scheduler calls me just as I'm ready to head on over and starts to ask me about references.  Excuse me?  Didn't I provide all that when I filled out the contact form?  Now there's an issue with it.  She now wants my work # to confirm I'm not LE.  I tell her I'm on TER and she asks for my handle which I give her.  OK, that seemed to suffice and quell her suspicions about my authenticity. On my way to the hotel I have to get on 95S to get there.  Route 42 was fine, the WW was fine, but 95 was a clusterfuck.  So I'm sitting in stop and go slow moving traffic getting pissed because I'm going to be late now.  I finally get there nearly 10 minutes late and need another 5 minutes to find parking because they neglected to plow the entire lot.  I get into the lobby and call for the room #.  The scheduler tells me it's room 10**.  I get onto the elevator and WHAT THE FUCK?  There's only 8 floors.  Back into the lobby and call her back.  
Me:  Ummm, you said she's in room 10**, right?
her:  yeah.
Me:  At the (hotel name) at the airport?
her:  No, no.  Center City.
Me:  Ya know what?  Nevermind.  Goodbye.

Stupid dumb bitch!  Thanks for wasting an hour and a fucking half of my time in this brutal weather (the round trip).  If Sofia offered me a free hour, I wouldn't cross that goddamned fucking bridge for her.  I know it's not Sofia's fault her scheduler is an idiot, but that is completely UNPROFESSIONAL.  I suggest the rest of you who intend to see her ask that you speak directly to Sofia to confirm where she's staying.  You might go to Center City and this dumb ass bitch tells you she's in KOP.