Some escorts seem to have zero respect for the guys who are willing to drop $$ to see them, and treat us like dirt. I had a really bad experience last week and thought I would share it with the board as a caution. I did try to post a review, but apparently (since I never actually got to see the girl as my story reveals) I had insufficient detail for a review.
I was really looking forward to seeing Jennifer last week when I saw her ad on Eros because she was staying not five miles away, just down the Interstate from me. Given that I usually have to commit to an hour and a half round trip into Boston, I was thrilled that I could see a hot tgirl just minutes from home. But it wasn't to be. She kept me waiting nearly an hour (twice telling me to wait 20 minutes for the main to finish cleaning the room), then invited me up, only to cancel by calling my cell as I was literally feet from her hotel room door. As I left, I saw another guy, with a rose in hand (I had just tossed the rose I had brought for her in the trash), heading up as I came down. I understand things can come up, and cancellations happen, but these circumstances were extreme, and she hadn't even the courtesy to tell me to my face when I was on the other side of the door.
Here's what happened: I called her after seeing her Eros ad. She sounds wonderful on the phone, feminine, intelligent, and easy to talk to. We set a time for 2 pm at her hotel. As I exited the Interstate, I called her to let her know that I was minutes away and to confirm which hotel as she had not specified, but I got her voice mail, so I proceeded to the most likely hotel. A few minutes later I tried again and she answered; I was at the wrong hotel, but only three buildings down the road, and would be there in about two minutes. However, she said the maid was cleaning the room, could I call her back in 20 minutes and she would guide me in. That sounded reasonable, so I agreed. 20 minutes later, voice mail a couple of times, I went into the lobby thinking she would give me her room number, called again and got her. She asked where I was, and I said at the hotel. OK, the maid is still cleaning, can you wait 15-20 minutes? I was getting a tad impatient now--my time is valuable too, girl--but I said OK.
So I went back out to my car to wait. But she called back in 10, and said come on up, I'm in Room #xxx. Cool; it was now 45 minutes past our appointment, but I'd let it slide. But as I was walking into the hotel (again), my cell rang and I saw Jennifer's number. "Who's this?" she asked when I picked up; she obviously was replying to a received call and hadn't realized it was me, who she had spoken to not two minutes before, and sounded disappointed. My supposition is that she thought she was calling back another scheduled appointment. I gave my name. "Oh, OK, come on up."
Out on the second floor, down three corridors, and not ten feet from her room my cell rings again. It's her. "Where are you?" Was she impatient? "Almost outside your door," I said, approaching her room as I spoke. It was now 10 of 3.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry, but I have an emergency and have to run to my aunt's house. Can you come back later?" Biggest red flag yet.
"No, this is my only time today. That's why we scheduled for now."
"Oh, sorry, call me tomorrow to reschedule."
"Sorry, I don't think I can make it tomorrow," I replied, hoping she would reconsider. "Call me," she says, then hangs up. Meanwhile, I'm on the other side of her door--she couldn't open the door and address me in person? Not good.
So I walked away, tossing the red rose I had brought for her in the trash. As I left the hotel, I saw that other guy, with a red rose like mine going up, with the look of someone who had never been in the hotel before. Her 3 o'clock, I assumed, as I drove off. Now maybe this was just a bad turn of events, and maybe he wasn't going to see her, but putting me off twice with the maid story (making me wait 45 minutes) and then cancelling as I was approaching her door with the old chestnut of an emergency, and seeing another guy with a rose in the hotel lobby...well, you do the math.