Was greeted at the door with a joyful hello and was invited to sit down and take off my coat. She then asked me what I wanted to drink which she brought to me without hesitation. She then asked what I was looking for tonight, and said everything was on the menu.
Not quite as pictured and really only worth it if you're drunk. VIP's read on...

Juicy details

When I settled in to eat I was already drooling. As soon as my tongue touched it, I could taste it was salty, but I couldn't help myself and just dove right in. By the time I was done, syrup was all over my face and I was almost satisfied. After I was done she cleaned things up with a warm wet towel, but it smelled like bleech. I was ready to leave at this point, so I got up and put my coat back on and made sure she had payment.

The atmosphere was cold and smelled like eggs.

This was my Waffle House Experience.

MM

If you can figure out a way to get that in, you have a bonafide review! Oh and you forgot the rating but that sounds like a 9/9 (but would have been a 7 if she didn't do the cleanup.)

...I wasn't quite finished and she could tell. We chatted for a little bit and she asked me some questions. "What do you do?" "See anything interesting?" "Do you travel?"
She must have liked my answers because each was followed with a loud "OH". A little less than my average, but not a bad number.



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fine dining establishments in our area? Well, ok not many unless we drive over the lake but still. I think you need to date "IHOP" and your boredom will cease. If Waffle House is a 7, IHOP must be at least an 8.

I am going to review my OBGYN experience now...

Looks-8 Performance-2, Attitude-All business Atmosphere-Cold and Clinical

Public Details

Standard 2 call system but had to pay a deposit over the phone. When I arrived to her location, the place was sparkling clean and smelled of swiffers. She had obviously just mopped and wiped down the seats. Her choice of lighting was poor and reminded me of the supermarket, but the magazine selection was great and there was a candy dish that I enjoyed. I sat there nervous of my name being called, and what awaited me behind the door. Vip's read on.

Juicy Details

I was greeted not by the provider, but by a young intern who was very attractive. She told me to get totally naked including my socks (WTF), and to put on a robe, then assume the position with my legs up in the stirrups. I could feel the cold on my back and legs, and wide open I started to shutter about that big that they were going to put in there.  Soon enough, my provider arrived wearing a white lab coat, suit, and heels. I could smell her perfume as she grilled me and proceeded to get between my legs. She scooted my body towards her...close enough to taste had she only offered.

"Ok, London, you're going to feel something cold and wet," she said, as I started to get scared. I knew my Xanax had not yet kicked in, and I felt like I could poop bwahahhaa. The lube was in fact cold and the latex gloves made the entire experience seem so medicinal. I could not wait for it to be over. Pretty soon, she was jamming that damn metal thing in me, and I let out a high pitched shrill. No foreplay, kissing, daty, the c*nt even skipped the usual breast exam. I could feel the tool scrape the inner walls of my vagina, so she could get her sample. No warm up at all with this one folks. Just right to it..all business. "Ok, all done" she said, and I just felt dirty. She left the room telling me to get dressed, and handing me my bill without even a  hug goodbye...what bitch! I will NOT REPEAT!



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BTW my restaurant visit was while I was out if town last weekend. I'm not going to bother with fine dining  when not accompanied, lol

because I was immersed in the hobby.  I've been to M&Gs, got into a minor tussle with the TER folks, met and fell into love?   with more than one provider, traveled to meet a specific provider, went to the AVN show and was invited to a private party in vegas (thanks to the hosts, and you know who you are!), met up with fellow hobbiers over dinner in NY, almost did a business deal with one sojourner (and again, you know who you are!), Just nothing but good.  

The ladies and gents are pretty good folk, and I really do not understand why this  hobby is illegal, really, I don't!