I've had Ginger on my radar for a while now; being new to the hobby I've tried to be super selective not only to save money but to save myself grief. If there's one thing I've learned it's that the worst thing you can do is to base your choice either on looks alone or cost alone, or both of those without going over the reviews with a fine tooth comb. And even then, I learn more from the bad reviews than the good ones. Having said all that, I did see Ginger on a whim, but only after weeks of reading her reviews. It was a Friday night, and I suddenly found myself with some free time, and Ginger's not that far from me. I was a little hesitant, because despite overall good reviews, her last one really put her in a bad light, but I decided to trust the favorable tenor of all the other reviews. She picked up right away, seemed nice enough on the phone, and I asked her if she could fit me in for a half hour. She asked when I could get there, I asked "You're still by Midway, right?", and she said she was, so I said half an hour, and she said "should I text you the address?", and I said sure. Now, it's no skin off my nose, but that's a little too relaxed. A 2 call system protects both parties, and it was more convenient for me, but I hope she doesn't end up being too cavalier with the wrong person. She's been doing this a while, but she is a sweetheart, so I hope she stays safe. So a half hour later I met her in front of her apartment on a busy street in a working class Hispanic neighborhood. She was wearing a t-shirt and flip-flops (which was fine by me), accompanied by her little energizer bunny yapper mutt running circles around us (also fine by me; a dog lover goes a long way in my book). She walked me up to her second floor flat, through a very bare living room into a very cluttered bedroom, where she started clearing off the bed. Non-VIPers, I might repeat, and I might not, but only because she's not quite my type, and I'm still looking for an ATF I can stick with, but it's nice to know she's there in a pinch. She said: "Is it OK if I touch you?", and I smiled and said "Sure . . .", and she proceeded to . . .